Terror doesn’t always look like planes flying into buildings with massive casualties. And it doesn’t have to look like a hotel, strewn with Passover guests about to have their Seder. We read in the paper about an incident, far away, and we give a collective sigh that it wasn’t close to home, that no one… Read More What Terror Looks Like
When I spent the year in Israel in 1993-1994 communication wasn’t exactly what it is today. It’s actually almost impossible to believe that we lived without the fast paced, always present ways to communicate. I remember sending aerograms to my family and waiting with great anticipation to get their reply. Well, it was their reply… Read More Modernity and Math Tutors
This morning, when we awoke to the shocking news of the assassination attempt against Rabbi Yehuda Glick, I had to wonder if my babysitter would be coming to our house as scheduled, tonight. And then I had to stop, pause, and shake my head at the incongruity of our lives, and the preposterous and seemingly… Read More Only Two Degrees of Separation
Yes, ten years later I understand full well that I’m still an immigrant – and that I will always, always, be one. Most of the time, my immigrant status doesn’t really come into play. I live in a wonderful yishuv where I know almost everyone. Many of my friends are English speakers and those who… Read More The Scarlet Letter I
I’m always amazed by the tapes that play in my head. This morning, I was taking pictures of Yakir to show Josh (who was already at work) the funny bed head Yakir had (yes, this is what we do to fill our time). So darn cute…bed head and all And while I was taking these… Read More Dancing Through the Wrinkles
At the very beginning of the summer, I wrote a blog about a very special evening and a very special community. But I never posted it. See, we took three of our boys as a big well-earned reward to Jerusalem to the Sound and Light Show. It’s a glorious show and we were all looking… Read More A First in 14 Years
Last night, our closest friends invited us to come to their son’s swearing in ceremony for the Israeli army. He joined in July, becoming part of an elite unit within Tzanchanim (paratroopers). The swearing in ceremony for the paratroopers is always at the Kotel (Western Wall) and it proved to be an incredibly moving night.… Read More Taking the Pledge
I didn’t raise my kids in the States for very long. They were only 4 and 2 when we made Aliyah, so I don’t have a huge point of reference for juggling kids’ activities there. What I DO believe I have, however, is an ability to see the incredible differences in carpooling needs and extra… Read More Carpool-Free Life in Israel
When I think about my first born son, I remember the days when he was first born, and the adorable froggy outfit that we borrowed from friends. I remember each milestone, each moment when he sat up, smiled, rode a bike, ate sushi (yep, that’s true), and played with his new brother, Yehuda. And if… Read More Flying Off to the Next Adventure
We’ve been watching the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge with interest. At first, it appeared to be frustrating. Why was it created so that people could EITHER pour freezing cold water on their heads or actually make a donation? Why not do both? People do appear to have caught on to the idea of doing both,… Read More Hummus, Smiles and Donations
