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My Space, My Place

Mishpacha Contributors

We step into the succah, enter a new space, a higher reality. Eleven personal accounts of the way space and place sculpt our inner worlds and shape our stories


Legacy of Secrets

Devorah Esther Ivel

The Abarbanel predicted that the Anusim will would return to Hashem in two phases: first, in their hearts, and then entirely. My story began 500 years later


Keys to My Heart

Millie Samson

That piano followed me through each stage of my life, from home to home and room to room. Life without a piano was something none of us could contemplate


Bird's-Eye View

Faigy Peritzman

As I stood there engrossed in the age-old words, my heart took over. I’m so lonely, Hashem. The words seemed to form themselves


A Window of One’s Own

Libi Astaire

Alas, after a while my window experienced a fate similar to most toys. No longer new, I barely gave it a glance. It therefore languished on the wall forgotten. Except for one day of the week. Friday.


Opening the Drawers

Batya Burd

I recently asked a friend whether she knew the gender of her unborn baby. “No,” she said. “There are so few surprises in life already…” I chuckled.


Wall Art

Esther Kurtz

In my room, I let myself be. There was no right, or wrong, no socially acceptable PC answers. There was no judgment, no awkwardness, just me


My Attic in Flatbush

Libby Rubinstein

Along with her crumb cake, delicious chicken cutlets, and vegetable bowties, we imbibed the unique Big City feel we didn’t have back at home


Telltale Table

Abby Delouya

The table was the focal point of our gorgeous country kitchen, next to the yawning windows showcasing Vancouver’s snowy peaks, crystal-blue skies, and glittering waters


Elevator Pitch

Chaia Frishman

The closets in my home had the power to move through the walls! My house was surely the coolest on the block


View from the Bay

Ahava Ehrenpreis

With pillows and a cozy quilt, the three large windows that constituted the bay were a perfect place for a long afternoon of Shabbos reading


Small Spaces

Barbara Bensoussan

As a grown-up, I wonder what makes kids love hiding in small, hidden spaces. Are they nostalgic for the womb, where every need was met?

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