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
Matan just completed his first 5k race…and he dragged us along for the ride. About two months ago, Matan suddenly decided he wanted to start running. He left the house a few times and went for short runs. Then he heard about the Alifut Gush Etzion, and he begged us to sign him up. 10… Read More Meet the New Family Runner
I think I’ve concluded that this is my favorite day of the year – Yom Ha’atzmaut. It just doesn’t get any more meaningful than this. I believe that I’ve written about the Yom Hazikaron (Memorial Day) and Yom Ha’atzmaut (Independence Day) ceremony almost every year that we’ve been here. But I am struck by it… Read More Tears, Flags and Fireworks
As the siren is about to ring across Israel signaling our two minutes of silence to remember the Holocaust, I am thinking about six things. Here is my answer to Hitler: And my answer isn’t just one that shows six healthy, growing boys who have defied Hitler’s decree to kill us all. It goes a… Read More Six Answers to Hitler
As my children grow, it’s definitely a funny experience to be an American raising Israeli kids. My children speak English in the house, and they know about many American things. We are often caught off-guard, however, with the little nuances in their thought processes, with the expressions they use and with the endearing accents that… Read More SABABA!
So I wouldn’t call it a formal invitation, or one that required any stationery, but I was invited along for the first time to the Sussman camping adventure. For years, Josh has been taking the boys that are deemed old enough camping. They usually go for a night during Pesach, and they often take a… Read More Learning from the Campers
So, I haven’t written anything in quite awhile. I guess that means that sometimes life can just be…well…life. And when you’re dealing with six growing children, jobs, a friend going through chemo and getting ready for Pesach, it’s usually a good sign when life is just life. With that said, here’s a quick cute story… Read More Half a Cup Is Enough for Some
My baby, Yakir, is a crazy man. Truly. And I say that with the experience of raising six boys and of dealing with lots of craziness. But this kid? Well, he seems to take the cake, and then stand on top of it, dancing. As I often say, Hashem either has quite a sense of… Read More Yesterday and Tomorrow
I love Purim. I think it may be my favorite holiday during the year. Am I allowed to play favorites? Here are a few of the reasons that I love Purim, and that I enjoyed myself this year as much as I have in the past. How often can I ask my six boys (and… Read More Lessons Learned From My Sons, the Cheerleaders
Willy, Willy, Harry, SteHarry, Dick, John, Harry III1, 2, 3 Neds, Richard IIHenry 4,5,6 then who?Edward 4,5 Dick the badHarry’s Twain, then Ned the LadMary, Bessie, James the VainCharlie, Charlie, James againWilliam and Mary, Anne GloriaFour Georges, William, then VictoriaNed, George, Ned, GeorgeNow it’s seen, a second Bessie is the Queen! What, you might say,… Read More My Dear Kings and Queens…
