It’s almost impossible to believe that this: has turned into this: We got on the plane eight years ago today. I was filled with so many emotions – when I look back on it it’s hard to imagine the strength that it took to do everything. I once said to someone that the challenges I… Read More Our Souls…8 Years Later
Yakir is about the huggiest kid I’ve ever met. I know most kids like to be hugged and loved – but this guy is amazing. He enjoys curling up in my arms and squeezing; he loves to cuddle with me when he drinks his bottle and as he’s going to sleep; and he will stop… Read More The Balancing Act
Last night was Neve Daniel’s 30th birthday and what a celebration it was. There were bouncy toys for the kids to enjoy, a ropes course for slightly older kids, hot dogs and hamburgers, and many vendors from the yishuv. It was, as most activities are around here, a very heimish, cozy, come-out-and-have-fun-with-your-neighbors type of evening.… Read More A Vision And A Dream
Sometimes we do things and we only reflect on their significance long after the event is over. Sometimes, however, I find just the opposite to be true – and I see the significance of an action before it is even taken. I’ll explain. Last night, I created a new folder for our filing cabinet. “Wow,… Read More The Bar Mitzvah File
Today was one of those days that I just love in Israel. Last week, the older boys came to me to ask if they could get up at 4:00 in the morning for a few days to see some basketball game. “Um, what?” I replied. “No, really.” They said and then tried to explain to… Read More Hevron and the NBA
What a day! There are days when I just want to scream out in frustration and tell the day to be over already; and then there are days when I smile ear-to-ear and love how things are going. Today was both. Let me explain. There is a test that your car has to pass once… Read More A Screaming, Smiling Kind of Day
Ok Hashem. I get it. I’m sure that there are many, many times when Hashem is trying to tell me something and I’m not paying attention. The moments when I am paying attention, and I see the connections, (as my friend Ruti did here) however are extremely powerful. And I get it – really, Hashem.… Read More Grateful for the Expense
When people say “It Takes a Village to Raise a Child,” they’ve clearly been in my neighborhood before. Because it does, indeed, take a village at times, and I feel privileged to live in such an amazing village, with such an amazing husband. And no, Hillary Rodham Clinton didn’t create that expression; she just used… Read More It Takes a Village…and an Awesome Husband
I’m still dancing from last night. And anyone who knows me well knows that I’m really not a dancer. I’m one of those people who hide towards the back of the room at a simcha, hoping that no one pulls me into the circle.But last night at Rivka’s bat mitzvah, well, that was a different… Read More Dancing Through the Tears
Yesterday, Matan came home very upset. It is rare to see him close to tears, and I couldn’t imagine what had happened. Apparently, some type of sports team was put together at the school, and he wasn’t chosen by the coach to be part of the team. He methodically went through the list of kids… Read More Finding Their Own Band-Aids
