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I'm Stuck
Real, authentic avodas Hashem is excruciatingly private. At the end of the day you stand before Hashem alone

By Faigy Peritzman

Family First Feature
With warmth, charm, and grace, Rebbetzin Chaiky Rubin managed to reach across worlds and foster connection as she brought hundreds of women closer to Torah

By Riki Goldstein

Family First Feature
Four veteran teachers share candid memories of the students they missed, and principals shares insight into how we can help those girls in the future

By Elisheva Appel

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Shoshana Itzkowitz

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Faigy Gold

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Barbara Bensoussan

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Tzipporah Bar-Lev

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Chaya Leeder

LifeTakes
“Did I ever tell you about the esrogim and the weddings?” he asks

By Rivka Streicher

Out of Step
Mrs. White designs us a logo and Mr. White has it printed onto a Plexiglass plaque that we hang on the door: Bells and Pearls, Tailoring and Design

By Ariella Schiller

Touch Base
When — and how —should we be sharing?

By Mrs. Batya Weinberg

Story Time
"I can smell pirates from a mile away. Do you know how much the queen pays me for each pirate head?”

By Y. Bromberg

Street Smarts
“‘What are you doing in Tel Aviv with no money?’ I asked him. I have strong intuition, so I knew this fellow needed a little hadrachah, not just a ride

By Rachel Ginsberg

Jr. Feature
The prisoners bore the brunt of the guards’ hunger and anger. Soon the prisoners resorted to eating anything that moved

By Sivi Sekula