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Hope

Shelly Fine

I still cannot quite believe that I have cancer. I still cannot quite believe I had to quit my job. I still cannot quite believe that it’s completely possible I will not see my two- and three-year-old daughters grow up. I might miss my 12-year-old son’s bar mitzvah.

 

The Battered Husband

Barbara Bensoussan

Hear the term “domestic violence” and you immediately conjure up an image of a terrified woman cowering in fear. But in reality, men are the victims as often as they’re the perpetrators. They’re just too ashamed to admit it.

 

My House is Your House

Riki Goldstein

Supplementing your income by renting out a small piece of your property sounds like a dream deal. But what’s the real cost? What makes a good tenant — and how can one be a good landlord? Four landladies reveal the highs, the lows, and the laughs of sharing their homes with a tenant.



 
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Home Free
Eytan Kobre My baseline for comparison is admittedly weak
Believe in Your Own Seder
Rabbi Judah Mischel Hashem is satisfied when we do our best
Picture Perfect
Yisroel Besser Take a picture — and this time, send it to yourself
Flying Solo
Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman As Pesach loomed closer, his resentment was growing
Hanging on by a Hair
Jacob L. Freedman MD “Do you still think that I’m not completely crazy?”
A Song for Every Season
Riki Goldstein Influencers map out their personal musical soundtracks
Subliminal Speech
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The Big Change
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The Count-Up
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The Baker: Part 1
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