Two weeks ago, when we were in Los Angeles, we went by my childhood home. I always like to drive down Kirkside Road and revisit my childhood when we return to L.A., and as the kids have gotten older they’ve been able to listen to stories of my childhood. This time, as we went by,… Read More I Always Remember
The Sukkot holiday started on Sunday night, and as usual, I found myself rushing around right before lighting candles and ushering in the holiday. “Mommy,” Yehuda called while I was setting up in the kitchen. “There’s a banana bread there that Avital just brought over.” “What?” I said, completely sure that I had to have… Read More The Banana Bread Bond
“Do not press me to leave you, to turn back from following you, for where you go, I will go and where you sleep, I will sleep; your people is my people and your Gd is my Gd. Where you die, I will die and there I will be buried.” The Book of Ruth For… Read More Saying Goodbye to My Rockstar
Look how young and cute we were! 20 years ago… 20 years ago today Josh and I started dating, while participating in a one year post-college social service program in Israel called Otzma. We actually first started dating at Kibbutz Gezer, and last night Josh very romantically swept me off my feet and brought me… Read More From Kibbutz Gezer to Neve Daniel
Yesterday was Eliav’s 7th birthday. And Yom Kippur is five days away. And those two things, combined, cause me to be nostalgic every year. And never more so than this year. So here goes. 7 years ago on Yom Kippur, I had a 6 day old baby at home. And anyone who has just given… Read More Remembering Another Yom Kippur
Yarden was telling me recently about the amazing emails that have been pouring in about Stella. About her never-ending chesed (charity) work, about her friendship, and about her positive attitude and desire to help others. Yes, all of these are true. But I’ve been privy to another side of Stella’s personality that few people know,… Read More The Hockey-Stick Wielding Heroine
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
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
