Me and Irene.

Our trip to New York City is down to its last 24 hours. It was too short, and I'm not just saying that because it's always too short. It was actually on the short side. But, alas. We spent the weekend with Irene, same as the millions of other peeps across the East Coast. I... Continue Reading →

What could have been.

Being back 'home' is always a pleasure. After almost seven years, the bad has faded away, and the good nostalgia remains. The hometown is glorified, the old friends still taste fresh in a few quick bites. It allows the pangs for what could have been to creep to the top. What could have been if... Continue Reading →

Ok, Bezeq Parrot. You win.

Well, the Bezeq Parrot had earned his keep methinks. And an Israeli company has proven it is capable of providing not only quality, but creative, customer service. Lots of companies have Twitter accounts for so-called support. Some of them actually keep up with that premise. But @bezeqbenleumi really has it down. We recently switched our... Continue Reading →

Dedicated to Hadas.

When I was 8-9 months pregnant with Bebe, cold-blooded murderers swept into a sleeping family's Itamar home on Shabbat and slaughtered defenseless parents and harmless children. One of the victims was Hadas Fogel, a baby just a few months old. I haven't stopped thinking of Hadas since then. Once in a while, I'll look at... Continue Reading →

Working mama.

It's not a joke when they say working moms work two jobs. And it's not funny that there is no solution to Israel's absurd month of August problem. So it's been rough being a work-from-home-mom for the last few weeks. It's been stressing me out, and I've absolutely been taking it out on the kiddies.... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: Four months.

Bebe! It's been an incredibly rough month. And none of that is your fault. But the fact that you are so... calm. And sweet. And delicious. It just melts away the challenges I've been dealing with... when I'm lucky enough to see clearly through it and find your smile behind the haze. Your laughing is... Continue Reading →

What’s funny to a two-year-old.

Didn't think he'd even get this joke, nevermind find it funny. But there we were. Me, pouring coffee for the huz and I, and what we call coffee, but is actually chocolate milk, for Koala. "Look, Koala - (I point to each cup) - for Abba, for Mama, for Koala... (I point to my boob) for... Continue Reading →

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