Mishpacha Magazine

Frenzy of Joy

An overwhelming emotion filled me. It almost washed me away, a joy so pure I began to laugh. I could come up with ...

Farro ain’t mushy. It has a nutty bite to it and a crunch and it practically screams — if a superfood could screa ...

As her body waned, her spirituality came through. But it was hard to watch her memory fail, to see Bubby struggling ...

Then came the Shabbos I spent with a warm Moroccan family, where I realized I was insulting the couple by not trying ...

I’m crowded in, between Perfect Red Stroller, Empty Gray Stroller, Navy-capped Official, and my own unfocused thoughts,

When you buy a house, you purchase the place that will become a home. A headache arises from a place deep within, ...

I remember waiting on the driveway for Zevi’s playgroup van when he was three, and his graduation to real school buses ...

Though nearly half a century had gone by, I could still picture high school Suri on the other end of the line

Listening to Baba’s story, her words penetrated deeper than any mussar speech. Because Baba is so… real. Beneath her petit ...

But before I can start cooking, I remember the daily chapter of Tehillim I’ve promised to recite for the refuah of a ...

The most anticipated date on the balabuste’s calendar isn’t the first day of school. It’s actually “Beis Noach” — the M ...