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“So I took out the new vacuum and plugged it into the wall there.” As if on cue, smoke wafts from the slits of the outlet. “And that’s when it happened. Flames, Ma, actual flames came leaping out of the outlet…”
Atara had no idea she was speaking to a world-class hypochondriac. I could win a Pulitzer for the stories my brain has spun. But this time, I wasn’t crazy
Every year, Mrs. Parnes’s promise reverberates in my heart. If I’ll be good, I’ll see him: Eliyahu Hanavi. I promise myself to be good…
Abe decides to publicly mark Chanukah on his base, after getting a hint of what the Nazis have done to Jews in Europe
Laylee and Sarah work on proving the mishloach manos given to Neil was standard for the ostentatious, generous Beloffs. Laylee and Gavi realize Redlick is Jewish
Mr. Goldfeder accuses Suri of ruining his daughter’s life and threatens to sue for breach of confidentiality. Aviva is horrified at what Suri did
Faygie was as winded as anyone, but stayed on the court. I took in her bright eyes and pink cheeks and thought, I can reach her
I look like I’m dressed for an engagement. For my engagement. But then again, that was what I bought the dress for, wasn’t it?
Each tribe entered a different pathway, treading parallel paths across the seabed. We move through life intersecting, merging, diverging. Twelve accounts of journeys we take together yet alone
Wise, warm Rebbetzin Rochel Goldberg — daughter of Rav Shlomo Zalman Auerbach ztz”l, wife of Rav Zalman Nechemiah Goldberg, shlita — is many things, but her foundation is all halachah
Tucked away, in the recesses of our souls, we all have dreams. Sometimes we hold them aloft and our breath catches as we watch them soar. Four accounts of dreams coming true…
They’re accomplished women — yet still called girls. They’re intelligent and talented — yet often discounted. Do our communities create space for single women?