I love the dreidel. Every year the dreidel gives me a sense of deep satisfaction. Why exactly does a little plastic item like a dreidel inspire such an intense reaction? The dreidels I played with as a kid, and that you see outside of Israel, have four letters on them that represent the words, “A… Read More Oh, Dreidel We Will Play
I’ve got terrible bunions – inherited from my mom. I figure that I’ll eventually have to go through surgery, as she has. But for now, I definitely have an interest in avoiding that route. I don’t wear heels and I’m quite sensible about my feet. My husband and I like to joke that you know… Read More Just Call Me The Barefoot Backpacker
I think anyone who has lived a few decades understands that they absolutely don’t understand time. It’s such a weird thing, time. You feel like you have a lot of it when you’re young, and then as you get older it suddenly seems to dissolve in front of you like grains of sand through your… Read More Yakir Yaacov: 10 Years in a Flash
When I woke up this morning and checked my WhatsApp messages, I was excited to see that I had something from Yehuda. He doesn’t write that often when he’s away from home (Yehuda, Yehuda, Yehuda…although to his credit, he is very much ‘in’ wherever he is with no cell phones, no social media, etc). He’s… Read More Mountains To Conquer, And Those Already Scaled
This article first appeared in The Jerusalem Post and then in the International edition of The Jerusalem Post. Last year, my husband suggested that we start the Israel Trail as a family. His plan was to take a few days each year over Pesach and to walk together. We’ve reached the sweet spot as a… Read More The Trail Of Our Lives
“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
So much of parenting involves improvisation and creativity. The situations that we find ourselves in as parents are often so ridiculously improbable that all I can do is laugh – or cry (of course). At the same time, I have a great sense of satisfaction, of patting myself on the back, when I live through… Read More United – Where Is The Help Button?
“I got it, Eliav!” “Oh my gd. Are you sure Mommy? You actually got it?” “I’m positive.” If someone had told me before I became a mom that I’d be this excited about capturing an 8th grade basketball player in action, I would definitely have told them that their crystal ball needed some shining. But,… Read More My Day With Bronny and LeBron James
In 2004, we stepped on to the plane to make Aliyah with our two children and our dreams for our future. We carried with us most of what we owned, including one particularly precious bundle – the baby in my stomach. Through the years, we’ve been able to mark our Aliyah milestones with Amichai’s progress.… Read More The Start of a New Journey
Two weeks ago, when we were in Los Angeles, we went by my childhood home. I always like to drive down Kirkside Road and revisit my childhood when we return to L.A., and as the kids have gotten older they’ve been able to listen to stories of my childhood. This time, as we went by,… Read More I Always Remember
