My house is an accordion. After so many years of having little feet, and little shoes, and big noises around, we have a very quiet house during the week. And ‘during the week’ is the key phrase here. With two sons in the army and three in sleep-in high schools, that leaves me, Josh and… Read More My House, the Accordion
Our second son starts the army today. And you would think that things get easier, that we adjust, that we know what to expect after doing this once. But it doesn’t get easier. And I’m not sure it will with the subsequent kids either. Perhaps it’s because it’s been an incredibly painful process and so… Read More The Second Time Around
I love that, 17 years later, there are still things that surprise me about our Aliyah; things that still give me goose bumps. I run a lot of errands on Friday mornings, getting our delicious baked goods from Pat Ba’Melach (and chatting with friends and staff), checking the mail (often the only time all week!),… Read More Why the Newspaper Gives me Goose Bumps
After 17 years in Israel, we would have thought that we’ve experienced most types of hurdles. But we’ve never had a car stolen, or had a reason (Thank Gd) to engage with the police. This week, we got to add those accomplishments to our Aliyah portfolio when our car was stolen. Well, I don’t know… Read More The Blessings of a Stolen Car
For 15 months I haven’t seen you. You’ve been behind that mask. No, not the mask you wear around your heart, or the one you use to keep your guard up. I mean your real, tangible mask. The mask that has hidden your beautiful smile for all this time; the one that you’ve worn to… Read More I See You
