“Ima, what’s this?”

“That? That’s… a candle.”

“But why is it here?”

“Why is it here…

…Remember how I’m from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you’re a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there… with Grandma and Grandpa… It’s where I went to school. You know?”


“So… many years ago… something… very bad happened. In New York. And… a lot of people got an ow-a.”

“And Grandma?”

“…No… not Grandma… people. People I don’t know. But they lived in New York, like me. And they got an ow-a. So every year… after my yomuledet…   I light another candle. For those people. From New York.”


Fifty-Two Frames: Sunset.

For a while I’ve felt a bit stuck. Living in a lovely shoe box of puzzle pieces; it’s the complete set, so I know everything will fit.

And then at some point, one must look around and wonder if there’s another puzzle somewhere, in some alternate universe, and if one were to mix the pieces in the same box, how much more interesting life might get.

I think the key to living an inspiring suburban life is to make sure you’re taking advantage of as many alternate universes as possible.

And to always be grateful, too.

Week 36: Sunset

“Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.”

lizrael update: Thirty.

In a way, I consider myself fortunate that on the eve of my thirtieth birthday, I spent my night at an אסיפת הורים for my kid’s gan.

I’m not a birthday person; I haven’t  been for a long time. If nothing else, surely my mother deserves the credit for being split open so that I could be yanked from what I suppose was the worst physical trauma I’ve ever endured.

Yep, I’m quite lucky.

Anyway… Numbers shouldn’t dictate our success, and our age shouldn’t dictate our achievements. So I was as happy today as I’m sure to be tomorrow.

Besides, my son says I’m turning three. Since Abba, is, of course, four. I appreciate the effort on his part.


Bebe update: Seventeen months.

Transition is tough, little one, but here we are, all of us, flowing through it, year after year.

Your first day of gan I came to get you, and before you spotted me I caught a glimpse of you and I saw my own little round face, as I imagine it must have looked, so sad, so hopeless, wondering if I would ever see my mommy again. And then you look up and see, after minutes and countless minutes of waiting, that yes, Ima was coming all along.

It’s getting better though. That’s what happens, B.

And while working out your gan life, your home life continues to be a monkey-see-monkey-do education, though often enough it’s monkey-teach-the-older-monkey-a-thing-or-two.

And the amazing thing is just how much that ‘second child’ personality is starting to shine through. Yesterday, Koala climbed the tallest tree stump in the set. So you climbed the second tallest. And after he had lept from it and run off proudly, you ever so quietly grabbed on to it and climbed to the top of the tallest. And stood there, smiling, defiant.

But all the love you have to give is flowing from you these days as you’ve fallen for the בובה בובה you so tenderly care for. It’s seriously the sweetest thing in the world, to watch a babe care for her baby doll.