For some reason, whenever my stapler runs out, I am in shock. How could this happen?! I pay my taxes. I try to be a nice person. When I fill the stapler with what seems to be hundreds of staples,
Miscellaneous
The vocational training component of the program, offered by the Lancaster Yeshiva Center, empowers bachurim to lead productive lives as skilled craftsmen able to support themselves and their future families
It was early in the evening when the hurricane hit. The storm was horrendous. The trees bent almost to the ground, the wind howled, and a solid sheet of rain battered the house.
I love fall. I love when the bright glare of summer sun gives way to the mellow golds of autumn sunsets.
We just heard the terrible news of Eliyahu Asheri’s murder. We didn’t know this young boy with the beautiful smile. He was just another teenager, doing what teenagers do, until a sadistic gang of terrorists kidnapped him and the news reached us here in Baltimore. He was the oldest in a religious family living in Itamar. Why was he so viciously cut down before he had even started to live?
You’ve probably noticed that Rebbetzin Chana Weinberg’s popular “Shalom Bayis” column is missing for the second month in a row. Our dear Rebbetzin Weinberg flew to Australia to enjoy Pesach with her children.
Who among us has not longingly passed the colorful seed rack at the dollar store or seen the six packs of tomato plants in front of Giant or had a little one come home from school with a lanky bean plant in a Styrofoam cup?
I’m not what you’d call the life of the party. In fact, I’m not usually at the party to begin with.
“Don’t you want to come?” friends will cajole. “You know, just to get out a little?”
After 60,000 exit interviews, a Saratoga Institute (San Jose, CA) study found that 80 percent of workplace turnover is related to an unsatisfactory relationship with the boss. It’s important to get along – not just because you spend so much time working for your boss, and you want it to be a pleasant time, at the least – but also because your success at work depends on it.
In the late seventies and early eighties – back in the days when Baltimore rolled up its sidewalks at 9 p.m., and local kosher restaurants were practically nonexistent – newlyweds Joey and Bonnie Pollak would drive from Baltimore to New York and back on a motza’ei Shabbos to grab a bite to eat.