Jews don’t hit other Jews, period. They don’t hit anyone, for that matter
For seven weeks, we’ve counted, night after night, anticipation building
Through it all my father remembered his promise, what he’d taken upon himself on that long ago night of mourning on a hilltop
Chayei Moshe is what introduced me to this youthful chassidus, and led me down this magical rabbit hole
I finally convinced my parents that I’m not too young to go to sleepaway camp. They think I’m a baby (snort)
It seems that many readers missed the essence of the story
For now, the memories are still fresh, but they will fade, as will the opportunity
"Hashem must have given you siyata d’Shmaya while writing the article in the Pesach edition, because it shifted my mind frame"
For me personally, getting my voice back to normal was a gift
We found an apartment in Bnei Brak and headed to yeshivah. What I didn’t realize was that this would be an experience that would stay with me for years
I was comfortable with little, but I needed a job. Desperately