My second son turns 18 on Friday, and while I was reminiscing about his birth and his first few days (as I always tend to do around their birthdays), I find myself thinking about the day before his birth. What happened on that day? It was a Thursday, like today, and I took my oldest,… Read More My Expanding Heart: 18 Years Later
Recently, I was wearing this cute top that makes me feel like royalty. Why? Well, not because I’m moving to Canada, or disowning my family or anything. More because I can’t do a darn thing in it. I can’t work in it, or cook in it, or even really eat. It’s cute and elegant, but… Read More Yes, Just Call Me Royalty Why Don’t You
I like to stay in my box. It’s comfortable. And warm (well, lately it’s been very, very cold where I live, but you know what I mean) and safe. So when Josh and I tossed around the idea of going to Eliat for the weekend, I was inclined to say no. Of course I wanted… Read More Thanks You Boys!
“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
My necklace makes me happy today. Life is complicated and there are so many reasons not to be happy; or maybe I should say there are so many reasons to be frazzled, worried, confused, upset or tired. I try to find little things throughout the day that perk me up and make me smile. And… Read More The Happiness of a Simple Necklace
There are “only in Israel” moments and then there are “you’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me only in Israel” moments. Yesterday was one of the later. My 18 year old is amazingly energetic and creative when it comes to his activities and his transportation. With snow on the way last week in Israel, he… Read More Not Your Typical Ski Day
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
My children take the bus to and from school each day. So today, when I had to bring one of them to school, I was extremely touched by the smallest action. As my 8th grader and I walked through the gate, my son greeted the guard by name. “Good morning Isaac,” he said. “Wow,” I… Read More Greeting the Faces in the Background
I’ve always felt bad for Cheshvan. It’s referred to as Mar Cheshvan, the bitter (“mar”) month of Cheshvan, for its lack of holidays. Cheshvan arrives just as we’ve concluded the incredibly packed month of Tishrei; after we’ve eaten ourselves silly on Rosh Hashanah and Sukkot, reflected on Yom Kippur, danced on Simchat Torah, and enjoyed… Read More Taking the Mar out of Cheshvan