I love Purim. I think it may be my favorite holiday during the year. Am I allowed to play favorites? Here are a few of the reasons that I love Purim, and that I enjoyed myself this year as much as I have in the past. How often can I ask my six boys (and… Read More Lessons Learned From My Sons, the Cheerleaders
Willy, Willy, Harry, SteHarry, Dick, John, Harry III1, 2, 3 Neds, Richard IIHenry 4,5,6 then who?Edward 4,5 Dick the badHarry’s Twain, then Ned the LadMary, Bessie, James the VainCharlie, Charlie, James againWilliam and Mary, Anne GloriaFour Georges, William, then VictoriaNed, George, Ned, GeorgeNow it’s seen, a second Bessie is the Queen! What, you might say,… Read More My Dear Kings and Queens…
There are times when little things in my life make me nostalgic and remind me how far we’ve come in our journey. This cute little blue jumper that Yakir put on this morning is one of these things. 11 years ago, when Matan was a baby, we enjoyed a few weeks of rest in Burlington,… Read More The Nostalgic Jumper
There are times when little things in my life make me nostalgic and remind me how far we’ve come in our journey. This cute little blue jumper that Yakir put on this morning is one of these things. 11 years ago, when Matan was a baby, we enjoyed a few weeks of rest in Burlington,… Read More The Nostalgic Jumper
A few nights ago, the kids were all in their rather cranky it’s-5:00pm-and-we-need-to-drive-mommy-crazy moods. All of a sudden, it seemed out of nowhere, the music turned on; and just as quickly I saw all of the kids start to bop up and down. It was quite cute to see how instantly the mood shifted. I… Read More Musical Inspirations
Sunday night, we were privileged to share in the wedding of a child from the yishuv. The night was magical and beautiful, as most weddings are. It was made even that much more special considering what this family had been through. Five and a half years ago, we stood in the plaza outside of our… Read More A Bright Future
Last night we went to the Bat Mitzvahs for Shoshana and Adina Ron. And it was a particularly meaningful occasion for both Josh and me. Let me take you back seven and a half years. Matan, aged four, had arrived in Israel without knowing a soul and without a word of Hebrew. In this picture,… Read More Just Two Little Friends in the Beginning
I’ve been told that the activities that my sons engage in when someone passes gas is universally known. (Yes, you’ve figured out that this is not going to be one of my more profound or tear-jerking posts.) They have a series of exclamations that include “Doorknobs!” “Safety” and something else I can’t remember. Needless to… Read More Doorknobs! Safety! Manners?
I simply love when a common, everyday conversation turns into a great reminder for me. A few days ago, Eliav and I ventured to the dentist for the final (hopefully!) installment of the watch-me-jump-on-the-couch-two-hours-before-leaving-for-the-airport-and-knock-out-my-tooth saga. Eliav was having his front tooth pulled, and we were visiting the dentist’s office to enjoy that lovely experience. While… Read More Pulling Teeth…In More Ways Than One
My grandfather is being buried as I write these words, and I’m 9000 miles away, thinking about him and missing my family so very much. I spoke with my mom briefly before she headed out to the funeral home, and she told me that my grandmother, my Nana, wasn’t going to the funeral. She is… Read More Saying Goodbye
