NEW RELEASE: Middos Malka

November 27, 2019

Middos Malka

“I wish I was a boy,” my daughter told me recently.

I think it was after a grand Avos U’banim event, when her brothers came home loaded with soda cans and other nosh and prizes. Or maybe it was after Simchas Torah, when—again—her brothers got to collect a whole lot more candy than her, since she was stuck in the women’s section while they were in the center of all the action.

I tried to explain to her the many perks that only she, as a girl, had—perks like more vacation days than her brothers, and more class plays and performances, and a fun G.O. program in school… It took a few more examples, but eventually she stopped grumbling about it.

It got me thinking, though. I bet there are many little girls out there who wish they were boys. So many of the popular figures in kids’ lives are male—Uncle Moishy, the Twins from France, MiddosMan

Wait. Stop right there, because news flash: MiddosMan now has a female counterpart, his cousin Middos Malka, who’s raring to go fight Mr. Yetzer Hara as wholeheartedly and with as much zest and sense of adventure as MiddosMan himself!

Yes, you read that right. The newest book in the MiddosMan series is actually starring his cousin, Middos Malka. And just like all the other MiddosMan books, it’s got a read-along CD with great music and songs, as well as fantastic illustrations inside the book.

So if you’ve got a little girl in your life who could use a great gift, go ahead and get her Middos Malka.

And watch her delight in the magic…

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RECENT RELEASE: These Are the Candles

November 26, 2019

These Are the Candles

I remember playing a game with some of my kids when they were just toddlers. It basically entailed schmoozing with them about the Shabbos seudah and going through all the courses aloud together:

“First we have Kiddush, and then comes—”


“That’s right! Then we have fi—“


“You got it! And with the fish we have—”

And so on, until the child’s favorite part of the meal—dessert. (Of course.) And without fail, at the mention of each special Shabbos food, the child’s face would light up in recognition and anticipation of that familiar, yummy delicacy.

There’s just something so beautifully natural and real about even our youngest children’s excitement for anything Shabbos-related.

These Are the Candles truly builds on this natural excitement in children for Shabbos, with its warm and simple rhymes about our preparations for the holy day, and then the fun and “geshmak” once we light candles and the Day of Rest actually sets in.

Explore the wonderful aspects of Shabbos through the eyes of your children, in this adorable kids book that will fast become a family favorite!

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The Cuckoo Clock – Chapter 30

November 25, 2019

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 30 of a new online serial novel, The Cuckoo Clock, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

Copyright © Israel Bookshop Publications. 

Binyamin leaped off the couch, disoriented. Something had hit him, he was sure.

He looked left and right, and then caught Meir’s eye. His eight-and-a-half-year-old brother was blushing, his hand on the handle of the closed door. “Sorry,” Meir muttered. “It was my ball. You’re not angry, are you?”

“Your ball?” Binyamin picked up the round object that was resting near his hand. “Wait, what time is it?”

“Five fifteen. The little kids are eating supper in the kitchen, and Ima closed the door to the dining room. She said not to bother you because she thinks you have fever.”

“Fever?” Yes, maybe that was it. His head was pounding, and his whole body ached.

Meir nodded. “But I like playing here when the room is empty. I go in and close the door. I didn’t mean for the ball to land on you.” He came over to take his ball, gazing at his older brother. “I forgot that you were sleeping here on the couch. You said after lunch that you were going to sit down for a few minutes because you were dizzy, and suddenly we saw that you were sleeping really deeply.”

“It’s five fifteen already…” Binyamin murmured. “Oh, no. I’m missing seder!” He got up to get his jacket, which had been tossed onto the end of the table.

The dining room door opened, and Elisheva peeked in. “Is everything alright, Binyamin?” she asked worriedly. “You’re very flushed. Sit down; I’m making you a tea.”

“No, Ima, thanks, but I have to get back to yeshivah. I didn’t mean to fall asleep; I just sat down for a minute…”

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The Cuckoo Clock – Chapter 29

November 18, 2019

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 29 of a new online serial novel, The Cuckoo Clock, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

Copyright © Israel Bookshop Publications. 

When Binyamin opened his eyes, his roommates had already left. He leaped out of bed groggily, washed his hands, and hurried to get ready.

Somehow, he got through the morning in a hazy fog of exhaustion, though he did notice that Shabsi was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s up with you, Potolsky?” his chavrusa, Zilberman, probed after a while. “You don’t look very with-it today.”

“Exhaustion,” Binyamin said, passing a hand over his forehead. This hadn’t happened the other times. He was an energetic person by nature, not someone who needed lots of sleep, and if he missed a night or half a night of sleep, he usually managed until he was able to catch up.

“Looks like more than just exhaustion to me…” Zilberman studied him closely. “Your face is very red.”

“Could be,” Binyamin said. Suddenly, he stood up. “I’m going to get a cup of water, and then I’ll be back.”

“What’s been going on at night that’s making you so tired?”

Had he blushed because his face had somehow predicted Zilberman’s question and the discomfort it would cause him?

“At night?” Binyamin echoed. “Nothing special.”

Zilberman looked at him skeptically. Binyamin knew he’d have to tell him at one point; otherwise, Zilberman was likely to imagine all kinds of dreadful things his chavrusa was up to at night.

“Nothing special? And last night?”

“Really, nothing much.” Binyamin had already taken a step backward. “I went to learn someplace.” Let someone say that wasn’t true!

He strode out of the beis medrash. Ugh, why did he have the feeling that this was happening to him now only because Yaakov had told him that he would yet see the damage these nights were causing him? Who had asked Yaakov to get involved?

He would try to skip lunch and catch up on some sleep. Over the last month, he must have accumulated enough of a sleep deficit to make his body rebel. Energetic or not, Binyamin realized, he hadn’t slept for four nights over the past three and a half weeks, so it was probably taking its toll now.

Did that make Yaakov right?


Maybe he just needed to set some more boundaries for himself. Just as he hadn’t been embarrassed to tell Shabsi that he could only do this job when the niftar was an elderly person, he could also tell him, with the same firmness, that he could only do it once in two weeks, at most once in a week and a half. Maybe that would help him in the future.

For now, though, he really needed to sleep.

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RECENT RELEASE: Fraidy Can Still Smile

November 14, 2019

Fraidy Can Still Smile

 “Oh, NO! What did you DO?!!!”

The screech is immediately followed by an indignant wail, and I know right away that the baby has once again gotten into her big sister’s napkin collection.

Sure enough, my daughter comes bounding downstairs ten seconds later, her face like a thundercloud. “Ma, look what she did!! She just ripped up my two best napkins!! Why can’t someone keep her AWAY FROM MY STUFF?!”

What can I tell my daughter? “If you would keep your stuff high on the shelf, the baby wouldn’t be able to get to it…” That might be the absolute truth, but it’s certainly not going to make her feel any better right now.

You know what would be really helpful? If she would just think to herself, Give a few years, and our baby will b’ezras Hashem grow up. She’ll stop ripping up my napkins and ruining my things. (And anyway, in another few years I’ll also be older and hopefully more mature, and maybe I won’t care so much about ripped up napkins anymore!)

Okay, so the parenthesis part would really be pushing it, but do you realize how many tears and tantrums could be spared if our kids only realized that babies don’t mean to be bothersome; they’re just discovering the world around them, doing what all babies do?

If you’re nodding along with me up until now, you would absolutely love the book Fraidy Can Still Smile, a children’s picture book all about learning to deal with younger siblings. In this book, Fraidy is feeling frustrated when her baby brother Yossi messes up her toys and rips up her coloring sheets. Then Fraidy comes across some photos of herself as a baby…and suddenly the whole picture changes!

Fraidy Can Still Smile is the adorable story of a little girl who learns how to be flexible and tolerant of younger siblings who sometimes act pesky. Bursting with vibrant illustrations and important lessons, this book is sure to bring a smile to every child’s face. (P.S. And to their parents!)

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November 13, 2019

One Pot, One Pan

I’ll never forget my first attempt at baking cookies.

I was in elementary school, and I decided that I would bake chocolate chip cookies. Feeling very big, I went through the recipe and began measuring and pouring, until I got to one particular ingredient: The recipe called for shortening (this was pre-trans-fat-hype era, of course), but I didn’t know what that was.

“I think it’s like oil,” I finally decided. But since I wasn’t entirely sure, I decided to put in some extra oil just to make up for the discrepancy. (What was I thinking? I have no idea!)

Needless to say, the resulting cookie dough was so oily, the balls wouldn’t stay put on the cookie sheet! They kept rolling and sliding around, making a big, slippery mess of everything. I remember thinking that we should really rename this recipe and call it “Oil Cookies” instead of “Chocolate Chip Cookies”…

I don’t think this story would have happened to me had I simply used the One Pot, One Pan cookbook. This is a cookbook where the recipes are so easy, clear, and straightforward, that even a beginner cook would do great in the kitchen while using it.

Not that a seasoned balabuste couldn’t use this cookbook too, though! As its subtitle reads, “Super Simple, Easy and Delicious Recipes for Beginners, Balabustas and Everyone in Between,” and enough big names in the kosher cooking industry, like Jamie Geller and the Kosher Guru, have agreed that it’s a real winner of a cookbook.

Filled with many tried-and-true, handy recipes that anyone, at any age or stage in life, can whip up easily, this is the go-to cookbook for busy moms needing to get supper on the table (preferably within ten minutes); bachurim or sem girls cooking for themselves in a dirah (without much cooking ware available); preteens who want to try their hand in the kitchen (whether or not they know their way around it); and anyone in between! You’ll find all your favorite comfort foods in here: classic chicken soup, Israeli salad, lemon-garlic chicken, meat lasagna, potato latkes, baked ziti, granola bars, brownies, iced coffee, and much more.

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The Cuckoo Clock – Chapter 28

November 11, 2019

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 28 of a new online serial novel, The Cuckoo Clock, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

Copyright © Israel Bookshop Publications. 

The man who left the airport of the M.R. Stefanik Airport in Bratislava shifted his small valise to his right hand. Even its relatively little weight was heavy for him.  Either his age was catching up to him, or this trip was just not doing him very much good.

But he was the one responsible for the fact that he had come here, so he had no one else to blame.

“Mr. Joe Ludmir?” A taxi driver leaning on his car stood up when he approached. “That’s you, right?”

“Right.” The man nodded at him. “I see that you recognized me, despite the years that have passed.”

“Sure,” the driver, a local, replied. “You’ve hardly changed.”

Sure, only fifteen years had been added to his age since his last visit here, but giving compliments to a tourist who hires you as a driver for his entire trip is surely very profitable. Joe’s lips curved into a half smile, and he let the driver put his valise into the trunk. “Is that all?” the driver asked in surprise. “Like then?”

“You remember well; I don’t like traveling with too many things.” He ran his fingers through his gray-white hair and straightened the little yarmulke. “If I lack for something, I’m sure you’ll be very happy to buy it for me.”

The streets hadn’t changed much in the last fifteen years, and Joe couldn’t decide if he remembered them so well from his wandering around during that visit, or from the many photos he had taken then to capture every single corner of the city of his birth. He leaned back and looked out the window in silence. Every so often, between the buildings, he could see the glistening waterline of the Danube, with the Bratislava Castle rising up behind it.

“Did you visit it last time?” the driver asked when he saw his guest gazing at the castle’s famous turrets.

Joe nodded. He didn’t know what it was, but something about this city enveloped him in a cloak of depression.

“We’re going to Mamaison, right?” the driver confirmed. “You reserved a room in that hotel, yes?”

“Yes, I have a confirmed reservation,” the tourist answered heavily.

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