My boys’ high school loves t-shirts. To be more accurate, the kids love collecting t-shirts, sweatshirts, and other clothing items with the name of their school, Sussya. But the items aren’t just sold in a school store for the taking; rather they are earned. The school is built around a four-year program of classroom and… Read More How I Became a Sussmaneet
Josh and I had such a gloriously fantastic day today. My office very generously gives us the day off for Yom Yerushalayim (Jerusalem Day), and this year we took full advantage of that opportunity. We left first thing in the morning and headed for the city. We wanted to enjoy the vibrancy that is modern… Read More The Ancient to Modern Story of Jerusalem
My two oldest boys go to school 45 minutes south of our house in a program that I’ve written about a few times called Sussya. It’s a magical place that places a great deal of emphasis on molding the boys into upstanding, thoughtful, generous people. At the same time, they teach the kids all about… Read More Lessons Learned at the Lone Tree
The first day of school always evokes two very distinct memories for me. Since the entire country starts school on the same day, there is a real sense of excitement that permeates the whole country, of beginnings (and endings) and of camaraderie. Our first year in Israel, we had a meeting on August 31st at… Read More New Beginnings, Again
I barely slept on Saturday night and only managed to get about four hours of sleep. Some people can function on that little – I can’t. So Sunday morning when I woke up groggy and kvetchy Josh said, “So maybe you’ll take a nap this afternoon.” And I had to laugh. Who has time for… Read More The Nap That Wasn’t
Yes, ten years later I understand full well that I’m still an immigrant – and that I will always, always, be one. Most of the time, my immigrant status doesn’t really come into play. I live in a wonderful yishuv where I know almost everyone. Many of my friends are English speakers and those who… Read More The Scarlet Letter I
When I think about my first born son, I remember the days when he was first born, and the adorable froggy outfit that we borrowed from friends. I remember each milestone, each moment when he sat up, smiled, rode a bike, ate sushi (yep, that’s true), and played with his new brother, Yehuda. And if… Read More Flying Off to the Next Adventure
