There are times when I feel like I’m living in the 1950s. Of course, when I see my older kids frantically texting on their phones or watching basketball highlights on the computer, this feeling evaporates. But nevertheless, on a typical day in the summer, I feel like we’ve gone back in time. My kids live… Read More Harkening Back to the 1950s
This morning, my dress and I had a prolonged, ugly battle. It wanted to be worn. And I wanted to wear it. But did I look too fat? Would people think that I was pregnant (I’m not) and gossip behind my back? Would I feel self-conscious all day? And the dress yelled, and cajoled and… Read More Do I Look Fat In This Dress?
Sibling rivalry is, of course, a reality in almost any home. In mine, however, where there are six boys – and only boys – the idea takes on an entirely different meaning. My older two boys are basketball players and painters. And another of my boys appears to be following in their footsteps. So that… Read More When the Mommy Headlights Get It Right
This article was published last night on the Times of Israel website. I’m posting it here for those who don’t see Facebook and to have in my records. ***************************************** We haven’t seen our ninth grade son for a few days, as he’s off on an amazing adventure for the week with his yeshiva. So, when… Read More Unity Through Tears: Remembering Our Boys
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 love ceramic mugs. Just love them.And I don’t mean store bought cups with emblems or school colors. I mean mugs handmade in a little studio off the beaten path by a funky, earthy woman. Usually one with cool scarves, a nose ring and a lot of jewelry.These are the mugs I love.But I’ve found over… Read More My Imperfect Cup Runneth Over
And it begins. I see my Facebook feed slowly slowly starting to change today, as friends post memorials for their brothers, fathers, and friends who have fallen in action; who have been killed in terror attacks. And I know that by tonight, my entire feed will be filled with these stories, and my heart will… Read More First, The Tears
Each time I’ve found out that I was pregnant, I was thrilled – exuberant – for both you and for me. Your last pregnancy, in the Ghetto, was filled with terror and longing. And I’ve tried to replace that with only joy and anticipation. With each birth in the safe, clean hospital, as they’ve put… Read More For You and For Me
Our trip to the Golan was what Pesach vacation dreams are made of. It was an unbelievable experience and we feel so privileged and blessed to have been able to enjoy ourselves for almost a week – and to do so with our good friends and their awesome kids. We stayed on Moshav Yonatan in… Read More Rolling Hills, Cows and Cookouts
I very often learn my lessons with my foot in my mouth. I was at the park this week with a few other women. We were discussing the usual pre-Pesach gripes. Who has cleaned the kitchen, who did their shopping already, who found interesting treasures behind the couch. The usual. One woman said that her… Read More Beasts & Bounty
