It’s almost impossible to believe that this: has turned into this: We got on the plane eight years ago today. I was filled with so many emotions – when I look back on it it’s hard to imagine the strength that it took to do everything. I once said to someone that the challenges I… Read More Our Souls…8 Years Later

Last night was Neve Daniel’s 30th birthday and what a celebration it was. There were bouncy toys for the kids to enjoy, a ropes course for slightly older kids, hot dogs and hamburgers, and many vendors from the yishuv. It was, as most activities are around here, a very heimish, cozy, come-out-and-have-fun-with-your-neighbors type of evening.… Read More A Vision And A Dream

Ok Hashem. I get it. I’m sure that there are many, many times when Hashem is trying to tell me something and I’m not paying attention. The moments when I am paying attention, and I see the connections, (as my friend Ruti did here) however are extremely powerful. And I get it – really, Hashem.… Read More Grateful for the Expense

I’m still dancing from last night. And anyone who knows me well knows that I’m really not a dancer. I’m one of those people who hide towards the back of the room at a simcha, hoping that no one pulls me into the circle.But last night at Rivka’s bat mitzvah, well, that was a different… Read More Dancing Through the Tears

Yesterday, Matan came home very upset. It is rare to see him close to tears, and I couldn’t imagine what had happened. Apparently, some type of sports team was put together at the school, and he wasn’t chosen by the coach to be part of the team. He methodically went through the list of kids… Read More Finding Their Own Band-Aids

I love Purim. I think it may be my favorite holiday during the year. Am I allowed to play favorites? Here are a few of the reasons that I love Purim, and that I enjoyed myself this year as much as I have in the past. How often can I ask my six boys (and… Read More Lessons Learned From My Sons, the Cheerleaders

There are times when little things in my life make me nostalgic and remind me how far we’ve come in our journey. This cute little blue jumper that Yakir put on this morning is one of these things. 11 years ago, when Matan was a baby, we enjoyed a few weeks of rest in Burlington,… Read More The Nostalgic Jumper

Life is so full of surprises, and today’s surprise took my breath away. While I was on the cancer ward today, I helped a woman about my age to move from the day ward to a bed. She had been sitting with us and she was overcome with the need to lie down. I felt… Read More Singing for a Cure

I’ve been in a diet group for quite awhile, and the leader of the group always talks about how we perceive food. Food, she explains, shouldn’t be used as a reward or as a celebratory focus. Well, sometimes you just have to throw that advice to the wind. Stella loves Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.… Read More The Sweet Taste of Hope

Last night I had the opportunity to enjoy a special parenting moment – and a great reminder for myself. After heating up a piece of chicken for dinner that had gotten cold, Matan exited the pantry exactly as Zeli was walking by. In what appeared to me as a comedy of errors (but wasn’t funny… Read More Flying Chickens and the Lessons They Teach