יום שני, ז׳ תמוז תשפ״וMonday, June 22, 2026
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By Risa Rotman
Sunday morning as I was packing up for my retreat, I threw in the Arnica even though I felt like my hand was already feeling and looking much better. It can’t hurt, I thought as I tossed in a few more maybe items.
By Risa Rotman
I was fed up. I had this useless machine taking up space for no reason. I had an ultimatum in my mind that if by chodesh Elul there was no solution, I would bring the machine to my daughter’s house and it could take up space in their home.
By Risa Rotman
My good friend knew all the above already, as a good friend does, but she listened anyway.
By Risa Rotman
I was relieved and rejoiced to see that the moths did not come back to visit after the renovations were done. I assumed the logical reason is because I had moved my kitchen and the windows have more effective screening.
By Risa Rotman
My husband, Chaim, felt it was his obligation to create a Kiddush Hashem at every moment in his life. He felt strongly about dressing as a chareidi Jew wherever he went.
By Risa Rotman
I knew the exact address was one of three buildings. I would just look for this unique family name on those three buildings’ entrances and I would find where to go. But just at that moment my mind froze, and I couldn’t think what that unique name was.
By Risa Rotman
Suddenly I saw a woman arise from her chair just over to the side of me. I was about to sit when a woman approximately my age ran ahead and grabbed the chair and the one beside it for her teenage daughter. I made a small face but then let go.
By Risa Rotman
Once I found the correct hole, the pipe was easily snapped into place and I felt like a conquering hero (with Hashem’s help, of course). Throughout the whole procedure, I asked for His help and he led me to a positive outcome.
By Risa Rotman
Ok, I thought. No big deal. I know snow. But then the electricity went out. The house was cold. It was dark. I had a lot of food prepared in my freezer for post-birth. I started to get nervous.
By Risa Rotman
We called his phone, but there was no ring in the car. I knew Dovid had been fooling around with it in the car on the way over, so it wasn’t at home.
By Risa Rotman
Had we waited a day or two longer, the tooth would have died completely.
By Risa Rotman
My team leader and quality control checkers lived overseas. They paid little attention to the dramatic events I had just undergone. But they did sense that I was feeling vulnerable, and it was showing in my work.
By Risa Rotman
After telling the rabbi about myself and why I was there, he told me that they usually only offered scholarships to people who were just beginning to learn Torah and keep mitzvos.
By Risa Rotman
We were heartbroken. Beyond the cost, who could deny the holiness and sentimentality of a boy’s tefillin?
By Risa Rotman
While sitting in our home, watching over our two little boys, ages 3 and 1, it hit us: we had a mission. Mama Rachel needed us. She needed us to come daven over the fate of Klal Yisroel.
By Risa Rotman
I didn’t see a solution to my housing needs forthcoming. Instead of getting down, I strengthened myself with the thought that “other people manage to find a place to live, and so will I.”
By Risa Rotman
Lacking the actual Hebrew word for the wanted piece and maybe even the English one, the handyman wasn’t getting what we needed.
