It’s four days before Passover and I’ve been busy juggling work, housework, watching the kids…all the things we are all doing this week. So when I heard this morning that there was yet another car ramming — a ramming outside of Ofra — and that someone was killed, my heart sank. Because my heart always sinks when… Read More Pausing to Remember Elhai Teharlev
What was a woman who doesn’t drink doing with 52 bottles of wine in the back of her car? Yes, it was close to Rosh Hashanah, but that certainly wasn’t the full answer. No, she hadn’t suddenly become a wine distributor in her free time….well, not really. So what was she doing? The answer was… Read More Raise a Glass in Memory
Terror doesn’t always look like planes flying into buildings with massive casualties. And it doesn’t have to look like a hotel, strewn with Passover guests about to have their Seder. We read in the paper about an incident, far away, and we give a collective sigh that it wasn’t close to home, that no one… Read More What Terror Looks Like
On March 7, 2008, Neve Daniel woke up to an SMS on our cell phones. When I read the Hebrew message, it simply didn’t make any sense and I assumed that my issue was with my poor Hebrew. It was not. The message stated that the funeral would take place that afternoon for Segev Avichayil… Read More Cucumbers, Memories and Pain
