The world is overflowing with parenting advice. You can learn from many experts about the best way to labor, how to bring baby home, how to get them to sleep, how to burp them and on and on. It’s endless. But here is one piece of advice you may not have previously heard – write… Read More A Masterpiece of Giggles
Last week, Josh and I headed out at 5:30am to Tzomet Golani to participate in the Tekes Kumpta. This is a ceremony that takes place at the end of an army unit’s training, when they receive their beret and are ready for active duty. Two years ago on this exact date, we gathered in the… Read More Unity in Uniform
Perhaps I’m tired because we were woken, again, this morning by missiles sent to kill us in our homes. Or perhaps it’s because I didn’t sleep well, thinking about Master Sergeant (Res) Avraham Azulay who was murdered in Gaza yesterday; who was murdered by three terrorists who tried to kidnap him. Or perhaps I had… Read More Perhaps
Yesterday, this pictures in my Facebook memories took me back so clearly to the feeling of being an exhausted young mom. I actually recall that I wrote a blog about the picture on that day, July 6, 2011. *********************** In the blog I wrote: This afternoon Matan was bugging me to take him to the… Read More Inflatable Wisdom From a Reflective Mom
While missiles were falling around us, and we were in and out of the bomb shelter continuously this morning, I managed to finish a beautiful book. I cried as it ended (as my dad warned that I would) but I wasn’t positive if my tears were truly directed only at the book. I realized that… Read More Nine Great Books for these Nutty Days
We’ve now reached the one-week mark of the latest phase of the ongoing war with Iran. It feels like a lifetime. One week ago, I was sitting at my favorite nail salon, getting cute little turtles and waves drawn onto my nails for my upcoming family reunion in San Diego. And then everything changed. I… Read More Gratitude Amid the Sirens
There was a beautiful, festive bar mitzvah at shul this past Shabbat. As I sat down in my usual seat, I found myself unexpectedly crying. I shouldn’t really say unexpectedly…. I cry all the time. I cry for my children’s war experiences, for the widows and orphans, for reserve soldiers, for the hostages, for the… Read More Imperfect Blessings
She doesn’t want to stand at attention by his grave, by these stones, by the pacifier and pop-up toy. She wants to listen to him cooing in her arms. See him smile Watch him learn to crawl, to walk. She wants to watch him eat solids Teach him to potty train, to ride a bike,… Read More They Don’t Want to Stand at Attention
We are very lucky to have five of the six kids home for chol hamoed, so yesterday they packed up two cars with tents, chairs and food and headed out to a camping adventure. Early in the evening, they posted an innocuous picture of themselves camping. To me, it looked like any campsite and I… Read More A People of the Land
You were with me in those days of nervous energy, hope, fear and change as we packed the house, sold the cars, left the jobs, kissed the family goodbye and boarded the plane to our new life. You were with me. A part of me. You were with me when we arrived, exhausted, frazzled and… Read More As We Send You Off…
