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
It’s amazing what a really good photographer, who knows his subject, can capture. When Yehuda got this shot of his brother, I said, “Yes! That’s it!” This picture embodies Zeli. It’s an interesting idea to think of trying to capture the essence of each of your kids in one picture. Yehuda managed to catch a… Read More A Thousand Words in This Picture
My two oldest sons have been living out the story of the modern Jewish experience this summer. Matan, who just graduated from high school in Sussya, headed to the Ukraine, Poland and the Czech Republic on a trip about our shared past, our memories and our pain. He traveled with a group of 50 students… Read More Past, Present and Future
Yesterday, Yakir had a really sweet musical performance at school. He told us about it for weeks, checking to make sure that we would be there (“It’s at 10:20 EXACTLY, Mommy. EXACTLY.”) and talking about the songs they would perform and the instruments he would play. It was a great performance and a lot of… Read More Another Bad Note for the Musically Challenged
Today, on my way out of the gym at work, I laughed at myself. With my phone and iPad tucked under one elbow, a glass of water balanced in one hand, and a towel in the other hand, I opened the door with a combination of my second elbow and then a quick foot maneuver.… Read More Should You Be Juggling More…or Less?
Last week, we got an invitation to a party at Yakir’s school for the entire second grade. They finished one of the five books of the Torah and invited the parents to a “short” (two and a half hour! eeek) party at the school. As the date approached, Yakir came home each day mumbling something… Read More Being Part of the More
I just finished a beautiful book called The Keeper of Lost Things by Ruth Hogan. I enjoyed so many things about this book filled with promise, magical realism and love. But more than just enjoying the book, I found that it offered me an idea worth sharing. The book begins as the main character, Anthony… Read More It’s a Boomerang! It’s a Nail File! It’s a Story!
A few years ago, one of our kids was working on an extra-credit school assignment which entailed getting the hand print and foot print of each member of the family. When it came time for one of the kids to put his hand in the paint, he told me that he didn’t want to. “Oh… Read More Surprises From The Son With Sensory Issues
“Dat’s mine!” my six-year-old yelled in the middle of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. He started running towards a painting, and I had visions of us getting swept right up and thrown out on the street for touching the works of art. “Yakir,” I tried to say quietly while lunging for… Read More I Know Dat Painting!
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