I love the dreidel. Every year the dreidel gives me a sense of deep satisfaction. Why exactly does a little plastic item like a dreidel inspire such an intense reaction? The dreidels I played with as a kid, and that you see outside of Israel, have four letters on them that represent the words, “A… Read More Oh, Dreidel We Will Play
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
Oh Ari. I don’t know where to begin. When we made aliyah, Matan was 4. By the time he was 5, he was already learning karate with Ari Fuld. And what a force Ari was. He was an incredible role model for everything we wanted for our little oleh. He was strong, determined, loving and capable. He… Read More Thank You, Ari Fuld
