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HOME & FAMILY Art and Language -- What is the Title of Your Picture?by Devora Piha
"Let the child think he is doing a great job and is a better
artist and creative problem-solver than you are. You have
nothing to lose and he has so much to gain."
He's Crying Again They begin from the moment they are born. Regardless of time, climate, location or color of skin. Jewish babies cry no more than other babies all over the world. Babies cry and mothers try to soothe them, not always successfully.
It's the Details Ever notice how the Torah seems to direct us towards living a life where we notice, and pay attention to details? Lots and lots of details. Even the smallest of the small; things that seem to be the most insignificant of things. Yes, it appears that the Torah is teaching us that we should train ourselves to think that nothing is to be ignored or consigned to the "capable of being ignored / I don't-need-to- notice-that" pile.
Pay Slip I would like to share a pet peeve of mine with you. Now, Sheindel doesn't like me to be negative; she likes me to be positive, but this pet-peeve of mine is one that trips up many people and causes suffering to both the perpetrators (in the form of committing theft, causing pain, and being guilty of not paying workers on time and lying -- sins committed by Noach's generation) and the victims -- in terms of monetary loss, anxiety, loss of trust and being led blindly into making promises that they cannot keep.
The Handyman's Promise
The Great Flood, says the Medrash, did not take place in
Eretz Yisroel.
This minor one did...
Your Medical Questions Answered! More readers' questions. Acne: we have discussed this before, so we'll just review. Pores, small holes in the skin where hairs grow or where sweat glands are located, often clog with debris, dirt, oils and secretions. This can lead to infection, and small abscesses form.
POET'S CORNER
by D. Rachmani
Words
Lines of black and white
We fill in
With our words
Trying to make
Little Boy Lullaby
by Rifca Goldberg
Come to me, little boy
Take a step, your first step
Ride towards me, four-year-old
Full of fun, full of life
Read to me, read out loud
Read to me, sit nearby
Laughing eyes, winning smile
Payos long, sing-song words
Where are you, my young man?
As I wait every month
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