Someone yelled at Yaakov for carrying coffee on Shabbat. Here's what he learned from the experience.
Tsivia was the girl all the boys wanted to tease, then wanted to marry, then could never find the courage to talk to.
Everyone is the hero in their own story. But what about the stories other people tell?
It's not until way into the night, when the summer sun is completely gone and the sky has finally settled into blackness, that Zvi's dad emerges from the storeroom.
My friends are becoming observant. And I don't like it.
