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The Knuckle Cracker
By Mushkie Efune
As he sat absentmindedly cracking his knuckles in between turning the pages of his newspaper, I resigned myself to yet another tedious journey with an aggravating, crackling noise throughout... 6 Comments |  |
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A Note From the Editor's Daughter
By Nava Crispe
it's sometimes really annoying to just sit there when there's nothing to do but watch your parent's (parent) work on the computer and talk on the phone (oy vay I can't even think about it)... 6 Comments |  |
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Jerusalem
By Dalia Wolfson
The word becomes suddenly fluid. The letters take shape, dancing with each other, grasping hands and twirling in ecstatic connection... 2 Comments |  |
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Good, Clean Fun
By Batsheva Goldberg
My name is Batsheva Goldberg and I am a founder, co-owner, employee, and advertising strategist for my family's company, 4 Sisters Soaps. I'm also twelve years old... 12 Comments |  |
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Waves
By Chana Peterson
If we could see how far one deed goes, we would be eager to do as many as possible, but herein lies the paradox of it all... |  |
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Time... and Time Again
By Dalia Wolfson
How could time stop? And the moment was gone, written in an unrecorded historical document, lost in the many files of life. 3 Comments |  |
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My Special Brother
By Chaya A.
From a young age I remember wishing that I could wake up and it would all be a dream. I remember wishing that none of this happened, that it wasn't my family that was different from everybody elses... 6 Comments |  |
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A Young Girls's Dream
By Leah Larson
"Wouldn't it be cool to publish a magazine for Jewish girls?" My friend was used to my constant flow of ambitious but usually impractical ideas, so she simply responded, "Yeah, but we could never do it." And that was it... 6 Comments |  |
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Bubbe Maryasha Garelik
By Minna Solomon
As I looked around at my surroundings, I was amazed at the sight. Children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, great-great grandchildren, uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins, hundreds upon hundreds of Bubbe's descendents all around me... 8 Comments |  |
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Salt and Pepper
By Dalia Wolfson
Salt and pepper is the feeling of being together and alone, amidst a crowd but standing apart... 2 Comments |  |
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