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
My Aliyah, and my Aliyah baby, have our tzav rishon today. I’m not sure we’re ready, but we’re going to have to be. 17 years ago, my Aliyah arrived, cradled in a safe nucleus of fluid, of love. It was protected, nurtured, safe. And, over the years, it has learned to walk, to speak Hebrew,… Read More My Aliyah Has Its Tzav Rishon Today
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
“Look guys!” I said to the kids standing near me in our house, “It’s the house you didn’t grow up in!” I pointed to the picture of Eliav, our 12-year-old, standing in front of our old house in Potomac. To him, to his little brothers, and even to one of his older brothers, it’s just… Read More Nostalgia, Thy Name is Potomac
The week that we made Aliyah, we ordered a bunk bed that was quickly delivered. What we forgot, however, was a guard rail so that little Yehuda could transition out of his crib without falling out of the bed. It was Friday, and we went over to our new neighbors to ask if they might,… Read More Goodbye Caterpillar, We Loved You
