They come with their smiles, packed with equipment, wires, earphones, guns. But they don’t look like the soldiers I know, like the soldier I raised. They look like my coworkers, my neighbors, my friends. They are miluimnikim (reserve soldiers) – they’ve left their jobs for the month, their warm beds, their time with their children.… Read More A Warm Heart for Reserve Soldiers
Before Purim, my ten year old told me that they had a project to do at school. The school put together care packages to deliver to soldiers on their bases before Purim, and his class was in charge of writing notes to accompany the packages. Eliav wrote his note to his soldier with his full… Read More Eliav’s Soldier
I had one of those only-in-Israel moments today. I was in a terrible mood leaving Alon Shvut this afternoon, and started to turn towards home. There is a trempiada, a place where people wait to get rides, directly across from the exit of Alon Shvut. I don’t often stop there to give people rides since… Read More Boys in My Hood
I stare at the blank screen and all I see is tears. My tears are staining my hands as I write, staining my shirt, staining the keyboard. We are a people who has endured and endured and endured. And risen again. But it doesn’t get any easier. Ever. They were taken from under our noses.… Read More The Right to Live
Last night, we got an email from the yishuv at about 6 pm that said, “Soldiers are on their way for dinner! Get into your kitchens and get ready to welcome them.” And two hours later, the 80-100 soldiers piled out of their buses, tired and hungry. And boy were they fed. Someone in the… Read More They are ALL Our Boys
