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It All Pans Out
Ahava Ehrenpreis
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My Dear Yellow Marker
Naomi Krauss
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Tightly Tied   
Sari Klein
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Where I’m Cherished    
Miriam Ashkenazi
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Face the Music 
Chavie Zilber
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A Grand Legacy
It began with a football match and became a minyan, with Rabbi Plancey as coach
Racheli Plancey
Encounters
A Man of Unwavering Truth
Rav Avrohom Ausband ztz”l was a world-class talmid chacham, manhig, and mensch
Shmuel Winiarz
The Gift of Forgiveness
Grave Apology
“Mr. Goldberg, I’m sorry, but you broke our agreement. We cannot have you back anymore”
Malkie Schulman
The Gift of Forgiveness
Letting Go     
On one of my last days at the company, I was shocked when Jack approached me and shook my hand
Dovid Green
I dare me
Listen to a Shiur Each Day? Me? 
The spillover effect of this commitment has been nothing short of incredible
Elisheva Appel
I dare me
Am I paying too high a price for saving money?
I might save a few dollars by checking two stores to see who has a better Kipling sale, but at what expense?
Elisheva Appel
Purim 5784
Green Queen and Haman
With striped hats and hyped cats, these classics reinvent themselves
Mishpacha Contributors
Purim 5784
The Bavli Onion
Daas Balabatim You Can Trust
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Lifestyle
Mendelsohn's Secret Sauce
Mendelsohn's Pizza celebrates half a century of savory success
Yochonon Donn
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Dressed for Success
The man who would become world-famous for dressing presidents and power players sewed his first stitch in the laundry rooms of Auschwitz. Today, his 27 secret measurements have garnered him a roster of grateful clients. But despite rubbing shoulders with rulers and crafting custom suits for VIPs, Martin Greenfield can’t forget where he came from.
Baila Rosenblum
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Forever Special Children 

Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.

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The Suitcase

“My shtreimel box will go in the suitcase, right?” my husband innocently asked

By Esty Heller

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Hold My Hand

The best part of shul was walking home hand in hand with my father

By Zelda Karno Goldfield

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