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In the midst of the broiling summer heat, we have the long fast day of Shivah Asar B’Tammuz. Why are we mourning?
So, I love camp. Don’t roll your eyes. I know everyone loves camp — who wouldn’t? But I think I love camp more. Until this year.
“Eretz Yisrael,” he said. “For a whole glorious month.” The boys lifted their eyebrows. That was pretty impressive, they all agreed.
Benny and Tzipi are able to spend Shabbos with their parents at the safe house, but their mother must return to Iran.
My name is Esther. I’m 12 years old and I live in Edgware, London, England. I have something called autism.
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” she shrugged. “I have no idea what Mrs. Hersch wants you for.”
Adina… private, reserved Adina, with all her sense of personal dignity, had felt humiliated and violated at the thought of other people probing into her personal circumstances.
Signs are everywhere. Who designs them, who makes them, and who puts them up? Behind the signs you see every day is a whole world waiting to be discovered.
Hey, it’s Ari. It’s been a long month since I wrote last. It was a real eye-opener meeting Avi, who told me he had difficulty paying attention. He told me he has ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) and went to doctors to help him concentrate.
Ahuva had a problem with a school assignment. But Nonny was in a wheelchair. How could she complain?
Yehudit Neiman returns from her dangerous mission in Iran, but only briefly. The operation failed because she was betrayed — and she must go back.
“Tova, you’re always running to her. Bubby can be alone for an hour. You need to get out more and do things for yourself.”