My kids are constantly reminding me that there is life outside of today’s news. My big boys can’t be sheltered. They follow the news more closely than do I (for better or for worse) and they know through Whatsapp, Facebook and everywhere else what’s happening every second. We check in with them and make sure… Read More Bathtub Bands
On Tuesday, while Dahlia was being buried in Tekoa by hundreds of friends and family members (and complete strangers), my first grader was filling out a worksheet. He came home with the form to show me what they had done in school, and I simply wanted to put my head on the table and cry.… Read More Talking about Terror, Tefillin and More
Terror doesn’t always look like planes flying into buildings with massive casualties. And it doesn’t have to look like a hotel, strewn with Passover guests about to have their Seder. We read in the paper about an incident, far away, and we give a collective sigh that it wasn’t close to home, that no one… Read More What Terror Looks Like
This morning, when we awoke to the shocking news of the assassination attempt against Rabbi Yehuda Glick, I had to wonder if my babysitter would be coming to our house as scheduled, tonight. And then I had to stop, pause, and shake my head at the incongruity of our lives, and the preposterous and seemingly… Read More Only Two Degrees of Separation
I took all five of the boys to watch their brother play in his last basketball game tonight with his 8th grade team. They were playing against their fathers and it was a great game with a lot of laughs and a nice break from the reality of our lives right now. But the second… Read More Out of the Mouth of Babes & The Search for Superheroes
I remember exactly where I was when I learned that the first plane had hit the Twin Towers. I was a teacher at Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland and I was on a break during second period. When I walked into the English department office, someone was talking about what had happened and… Read More 11 Years Later
