Jolly Solly
“What a dreadful racket!” he complained. “There’s no need to break the door down”
True Colors
If you looked at me you wouldn’t necessarily notice anything different about me
Jr. Fiction
Smadar looks at Margalit. “What should I write? The Jewish story? The history of the Jews?”
Normal
This test… this is not what it’s really all about. This isn’t going to decide anything. It’s all been decided already
Jr. Serial
Reading about school and attending one are two very, very different matters
Story Time
Sack on his back, forbidden to taste hot food even once during the three years of exile, Reb Meir set off into the unknown
EndNote
As a singer and motivator, I’m usually hired to elevate the dancing and ruach of an event
Sidekick
A tree grows in Brooklyn. And that’s the last thing you need
