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Wheatgrass inWilliamsburg

Malkie Schulman

In a small corner of Brooklyn, a group of chassidish women are at the forefront of a health revolution. Instead of sweet kugels and fatty cholent, they’re pushing raw food in their communities. What sparked their interest in holistic health — and the unlikely person teaching them.

 

Glass Cage

As told to Gittel Chany Rosengarten

If Mrs. Mansbach hadn’t been there, or maybe if I hadn’t been paying $450 for the consultation (that’s like $7.50 per minute), I would have indulged in a delicious, warm burst of tears. I sat on her pastel rug with my three children, playing pretend grocery store, so that she could observe our interactions and tell me how to proceed with my eldest.

 

Tableaux of Jubilation

Barbara Bensoussan

As a child, Rosa Katzenelson watched Argentinean police slash the picture of a rabbi which graced the walls of her parents’ home. Today, she “puts the picture back together again” with vibrant paintings of Jewish life — and the vibrant Jewish life she lives.

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PC Where It Hurts
Yonoson Rosenblum The IDF is sacrificing its own strength for secularism
In Its Clutches
Eytan Kobre Technology is biologically addictive. Now what?
Broken Matzos, Whole People
Rabbi Efrem Goldberg The ability to adjust our expectations is freedom
Washington Will Have to Go
Rabbi Emanuel Feldman Statuettes aren’t a Jewish way of honoring others
Time for a Rematch
Jacob L. Freedman “Then you agree that I’m probably Mashiach?”
Ivri Anochi
Riki Goldstein A simple message goes a very long way…
From the Mouth of Babes
Faigy Peritzman I use Lamaze a lot more as my kids get older
Something’s Wrong
Sarah Chana Radcliffe Low moods or extreme stress don’t equal depression
Woman of Greatness
Rebbetzin Shira Smiles What were the Ishah HaShunamis’s rare strengths?
Let Freedom Ring
Chana Mayers Not just cutting corners but cutting myself slack
Dear Daughter
Words Unspoken How I pine to have you rejoin our family