A Page Out of the Old Book // Is there a kippah in the...

Not many 17-year-olds who love politics get to participate in this historical process. Hailing from White Plains, New York, Joseph Block attends SAR Academy, a...

In Search of a Diagnosis // Even the top geneticists couldn’t figure it out

"It’s a girl!” They were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. For years I’d dreamt of having a little girl. I loved my sons dearly,...

Sisters but Strangers // Decades after the affair of the Yemenite children, DNA testing...

WITH THE AID OF MODERN technology, two Israeli sisters of Yemenite descent who had never met each other were recently brought together. There wasn’t...

Smoked Mustard Broccoli and Facon

Mustard and meat: do you know of a better combination? This sweet and smoky dish makes a great vegetable side. 12 ounces fresh broccoli 2 ounces...

Facon Salad with Maple Cider vinaigrette

Think of the Facon as a protein-based crouton, crisp and salty! 5 ounces baby arugula 6 radishes 4 ounces Facon or beef fry meat, fried, and cut into strips Dressing: 2½ tablespoons pure...

Roasted Root Veggie Soup with Crispy Parsnips & Facon

This soup is a house favorite, the one I make two Sundays each month. You can keep it pareve by leaving out the garnish. 4...

Day Zero Is Coming // As the South African metropolis of Cape Town...

Get up and go over to the nearest water tap in your house. Yes, you, reading this, right now. Turn the tap on. Do you...

In Loco Parentis // A divorced father visits his son

“Where are we going, Ta?” Moishy asked me as he climbed into the front seat of my rental Corolla, clutching a bag of potato...

“Learning Shas Saved My Life” // ami speaks to rabbi Yochanan leizer katz...

It was a high-stakes auction. Participants weren’t putting up money for their bids. Instead, they were offering blatt Gemara. And while that auction shocked...

Dinner is Served // It would have been a shame to let it go...

My cellphone rang just as I was dozing off. Groggily, I pressed the talk button. “Hello,” I croaked, slightly disoriented. “Hi, Nechama. It’s Gitty Klein,” my...