Join The Conversation With Mishpacha's Weekly Newsletter



Positive Play Power

Ruchama Cohen

Leah Moskowitz looked out the window of her mother’s car and swallowed hard. Bnos Chana was so big, at least twice the size of her old school inDetroit. “That’sNew Yorkfor you,” her mother said, following her gaze. Leah watched as hundreds of girls poured out of their school buses and entered the school’s open double doors. They were laughing and chatting happily, excited to see each other again after a long summer vacation. “You’ll be fine,” her mother said. “Don’t worry, all the girls will lov

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

theaterSquaring her shoulders, she clutched her knapsack, and headed for the school building. She looked around almost expecting to see Sori, Miriam, or any of her old friends fromDetroit, coming out to greet her. But, of course, there was no one there, besides for hundreds of girls who Leah didn’t know.

She remembered what Sori had said to her the night before they moved. “Leah,” she had said, wagging her finger at her, “with a voice like yours, you have nothing to worry about. As soon as anyone inNew Yorkhears you sing, they’re just going to adore you!”

Leah had smiled then, but she hadn’t agreed. She’d already decided that no one in her new class in New Yorkwould hear her singing voice. She wanted to make new friends because of her middos and personality, not because she had a beautiful voice.

Just then, she heard a voice from behind her. “Hi, I’m Penina Gold, and you must be Leah Moskowitz?”

Leah nodded at the girl who came to stand next to her.

“Welcome to Bnos Chana,” Penina said, grabbing her arm. “I heard from my cousin who lives inDetroitthat we were getting a new girl. Come I’ll show you our classroom.” 

Share this page with a friend. Fill in the information below, and we'll email your friend a link to this page on your behalf.

Your name
Your email address
You friend's name
Your friend's email address
Please type the characters you see in the image into the box provided.
CAPTCHA
Message


MM217
 
The Fortunes of War
Rabbi Moshe Grylak We’re still feeling the fallout of the First World War
Some Lessons, But Few Portents
Yonoson Rosenblum What the midterms tell us about 2020
Vote of Confidence
Eyan Kobre Why I tuned in to the liberal radio station
5 out of 10
Rabbi Dovid Bashevkin Top 5 Moments of the Kinus
Day in the Life
Rachel Bachrach Chaim White of KC Kosher Co-op
When Less is More
Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman How a good edit enhances a manuscript
It’s My Job
Jacob L. Freedman “Will you force me to take meds?”
They’re Still Playing My Song?
Riki Goldstein Yitzy Bald’s Yerav Na
Yisroel Werdyger Can’t Stop Singing
Riki Goldstein Ahrele Samet’s Loi Luni
Double Chords of Hope
Riki Goldstein You never know how far your music can go
Will Dedi Have the Last Laugh?
Dovid N. Golding Dedi and Ding go way back
Battle of the Budge
Faigy Peritzman Using stubbornness to grow in ruchniyus
The Challenging Child
Sarah Chana Radcliffe Strategies for raising the difficult child
Bucking the Trend
Sara Eisemann If I skip sem, will I get a good shidduch?
The Musician: Part 1
D. Himy, M.S. CCC-SLP and Zivia Reischer "If she can't read she'll be handicapped for life!"