Mishpacha Magazine

Have You Seen My Mother?

She is in the park, sitting on a bench and feeding the pigeons that encircle her. She’s totally immersed in the task ...

I often wonder what it was like for her, a strikingly beautiful, confident, and previously spoiled teenager completely alone ...

My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? ...

Realization dawned: This was not a secret addition to our own house; it was simply a sneak peek into our neighbor’s ...

They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet... they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid ...

Mussaf starts, the table is full, yet I feel so alone. The room has been cleansed of a whole decade of women, the ...

“It should be as your teshuvah, in case you were mistaken. Although, sheifelah, I’m not convinced that you were”

I was dumbstruck, because the funny thing was: She looked just like me. Same build, similar face, same hair, same voice ...

A peripheral glance through my children’s arts and crafts reveals an alarming pattern; I’m lauding intelligence, success… just ...

Ezriel didn’t really need new shoes. His sneakers were pristine, without a scratch, almost brand-new. Because my pre-K son ...

There’s something to be said for sitting on a couch in a snood and slippers as ladies totter by, all dressed up