It’s not easy living thousands of miles and 10 time zones from family. But then no one said it was going to be. It’s not always easy to plan trips and to straddle our active (crazy) life here with the desire to visit and be part of life there. For these reasons and many more,… Read More 80 Reasons for Gratitude
Everyone knows that Facebook doesn’t tell the whole story. Sometimes it tells half of it; sometimes it’s a third. But it’s rarely the whole picture. Two weeks ago was, to put it mildly, very crazy in our house. One kid had a basketball accident which required a trip to the emergency center, then a trip… Read More Fire at 51: A bit too much drama for my birthday
I’m turning 49 this week. It’s certainly been a strange few months for the world and it’s hard to feel festive and joyous with so many people suffering both physically and economically. It’s hard, as well, to think of celebrating when we are just starting to peek out from our homes and slowly emerge from… Read More The Many Meanings of 49
So now you all know how old I am. Wow. I have no idea where the years have gone, but when I start to worry about that, or about my wrinkles, the time that is vanishing, etc., I remember that I need gratitude. There are so many things for which I can be grateful and… Read More 47 Expressions of Gratitude
I spent Shabbat wrestling between the joy of my five year old’s birthday, and the knowledge that Sarah Tchiya Litman’s life, and that of her entire family, will never be the same. Driving Friday afternoon to participate in the pre-wedding celebrations for Sarah’s groom, her father and brother were murdered on the road – with… Read More King for a Day
I’ve been trying to gently bug Stella for weeks now about her upcoming birthday. Knowing that she didn’t want to make a big deal of it, and that she might not be up to much with her treatment, I suggested different activities in the Yishuv. I consulted with Yarden. I asked again. I sighed. And… Read More Facebook, Photoshop & Friendship
It was yesterday that I held you in my arms for the first time, remarking at your hefty weight. Other babies of ours have weighed more at birth, but for some reason I’ll always remember you as the heaviest, as the most solid. Wasn’t it yesterday that I was ordering your first birthday cake? That… Read More Wasn’t It Just Yesterday?