My house is an accordion. After so many years of having little feet, and little shoes, and big noises around, we have a very quiet house during the week. And ‘during the week’ is the key phrase here. With two sons in the army and three in sleep-in high schools, that leaves me, Josh and… Read More My House, the Accordion
Our second son starts the army today. And you would think that things get easier, that we adjust, that we know what to expect after doing this once. But it doesn’t get easier. And I’m not sure it will with the subsequent kids either. Perhaps it’s because it’s been an incredibly painful process and so… Read More The Second Time Around
On Fridays I usually don’t look at my phone much. So, when my soldier called about an hour before Shabbat, I was thrilled to talk to him about mundane things. He was staying on base for Shabbat, as planned the week before, and I had a normal conversation with him, asking about his week. Towards… Read More War, Again
Today, as I was driving my son and his friends back to their army base I thought to myself: What would 20-year-old you say if she could see you now? Heck, what would 30-year-old you say? And I had to just shake my head in admiration of where life has taken me. And say a… Read More Back to Base, Today
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
Guest post from Josh Sussman in memory of someone who was really influential in his life and just passed away. I write today in tears…a bit of background. In the Fall of my senior year in college I picked up the book ‘The Haj’ by Leon Uris and it forever changed my life. I’ve had… Read More Life Angels
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
Zeli, mazal tov! We are so excited to reach this day with you, surrounded by friends and by the thoughts and love of our families who couldn’t make it for the simcha. We know they are thinking about you and loving you. We thank Hashem for getting us to this moment. If ever there were… Read More Mazal Tov to Azriel Dor (Zeli)
For 15 months I haven’t seen you. You’ve been behind that mask. No, not the mask you wear around your heart, or the one you use to keep your guard up. I mean your real, tangible mask. The mask that has hidden your beautiful smile for all this time; the one that you’ve worn to… Read More I See You
Last night, we were sitting at the dinner table discussing that it would soon be Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Memorial Day) and that there would be a siren at school tomorrow. My 12-year-old started thinking about the word siren. Here was our conversation. Z: “Are there different words for sirens in English? Like, do my cousins… Read More A Life With Sirens
