I love that, 17 years later, there are still things that surprise me about our Aliyah; things that still give me goose bumps. I run a lot of errands on Friday mornings, getting our delicious baked goods from Pat Ba’Melach (and chatting with friends and staff), checking the mail (often the only time all week!),… Read More Why the Newspaper Gives me Goose Bumps
My Aliyah, and my Aliyah baby, have our tzav rishon today. I’m not sure we’re ready, but we’re going to have to be. 17 years ago, my Aliyah arrived, cradled in a safe nucleus of fluid, of love. It was protected, nurtured, safe. And, over the years, it has learned to walk, to speak Hebrew,… Read More My Aliyah Has Its Tzav Rishon Today
After 17 years in Israel, we would have thought that we’ve experienced most types of hurdles. But we’ve never had a car stolen, or had a reason (Thank Gd) to engage with the police. This week, we got to add those accomplishments to our Aliyah portfolio when our car was stolen. Well, I don’t know… Read More The Blessings of a Stolen Car
“Look guys!” I said to the kids standing near me in our house, “It’s the house you didn’t grow up in!” I pointed to the picture of Eliav, our 12-year-old, standing in front of our old house in Potomac. To him, to his little brothers, and even to one of his older brothers, it’s just… Read More Nostalgia, Thy Name is Potomac
The week that we made Aliyah, we ordered a bunk bed that was quickly delivered. What we forgot, however, was a guard rail so that little Yehuda could transition out of his crib without falling out of the bed. It was Friday, and we went over to our new neighbors to ask if they might,… Read More Goodbye Caterpillar, We Loved You
In the coming days and weeks, we are heading towards many endings and new beginnings. And they started today. When we made Aliyah, Matan was four and Yehuda was two. We arrived in July and signed up for nursery school and daycare for the two little guys. Matan started four year old nursery school without… Read More Neve Daniel Thanks a Great Teacher
It’s not surprising that I find myself sentimental the week of Amichai’s bar mitzvah. Each milestone in our lives is, of course, significant and becomes a time for reflection. I find that Amichai’s life, in particular, creates more reflection for me as it signifies our Aliyah and the ways that we have changed and grown… Read More Our Son Lives in Strength
“Mommy, we’re on our way back from Jerusalem. Can we come home with the team for dinner?” “The team? The whole team? At 11 at night?” This was my conversation with my oldest son three years ago. He had just started high school at a boarding school 45 minutes south of our house. When the… Read More Filling Those Basketball Bellies…and our Hearts
Today is our Bar Mitzvah Aliyahversary. Nefesh B’Nefesh asked me to share a few words about what our Aliyah means to us 13 years later. Here is what I had to say, which you can also find on Facebook. ‘Mommy, can we make Aliyah again?’ These were the words my four-year-old asked for months after… Read More Mazal Tov On Our Bar Mitzvah!
Last week, right before school started, we received this schedule (included below) in an email. When I opened it, I sat and admired it for a few minutes. Now, I know it’s unusual to get goosebumps over a bus schedule, but that’s exactly how I reacted. This is one of the many, many examples of… Read More Goosebumps over the Bus Schedule
