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
 
Using Our Free Will Effectively
Yonoson Rosenblum The image we carry of ourselves is key
Pitcher-Perfect
Eytan Kobre The ripple effects of one Jew’s kiddush Sheim Shamayim
Living the High Life
Rabbi Avrohom Neuberger It is exhilarating to matter, to be truly alive
It’s Time for Us to Speak Up
Rabbi Dovid Eliezrie We must speak out proudly for the values of Yiddishkeit
Kiruv Is Not Dead
Rabbi Meir Goldberg Do these sound like uninspired or closed students?
Frosting on the Cake
Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman “Let’s not let a missing chocolate cake ruin our siyum!”
A Warm Corner in Flatbush
Yosef Zoimen It was a simple shul with a choshuve leader
Out of Control
Jacob L. Freedman “That’s illegal, Dr. Fine. I can’t have a part in this”
Song of Reckoning in the Skulener Court
Riki Goldstein “It’s awe-inspiring to watch the Rebbe sing this song”
“U’teshuvah, U’tefillah, U’tzedakah”
Riki Goldstein Throughout the Yamim Noraim, three words accompany us
The Rebbe Held His Gaze
Riki Goldstein A moment etched in Reb Dovid Werdyger’s memory forever
The Road Taken
Faigy Peritzman In the end it’s clear who really merits true happiness
Sincere Apology
Sarah Chana Radcliffe A heartfelt and complete apology can turn things around
Power Pack of Mercy
Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz The 13 Attributes of Mercy are “an infinite treasure”
The Appraiser: Part II
D. Himy M.S. CCC-SLP, and Zivia Reischer “Eli needs to see people who struggled to achieve”