15 years ago, I landed at Ben Gurion airport and a Russian-accented משרד הפנים rep told me I've been spelling my last name wrong my entire life as he prepped my paperwork. Last night, I was helping my son with his math homework in averages and after puzzling over the inaccurate wording of this problem,... Continue Reading →
As of today I have spent a third of my life living as an expat, having made the choice to leave what I knew and start over somewhere else, with specific goals and ideology fueling the decision. And 11 years later I really don't have much to complain about, which I appreciate is incredibly fortunate.... Continue Reading →
Israelis are nothing if not... persistent. That's how we ended up here after thousands of years, and it's how we became Startup Nation. So when we planned to go to the beach weeks ago for Yom Haatzmaut, you can bet the forecast be damned and we were going to the &@!$% beach. Even if there... Continue Reading →
Things I love about Independence Day season in Israel: Every year - without fail - I manage to learn something new from my kids. This morning, all dressed up for the gan celebration, on the way to the car, my gan-aged kids broke out into song together. I asked them to teach it to me.... Continue Reading →
Been living in Israel for ten years - here's the lowdown.
Native children ahad, Immigrant mother, efes.
Just because. There are some things I must remember. So the ’90s are back. This I swear, I was thisclose to buying Doc Martins with my adult money. I don’t feel old. I feel great. I guess I’m so over it, I forgot to get a doughnut? Obviously my T-Mobile customer rep, who was digging to find out why I’m... Continue Reading →
One thing I know about Max Steinberg z'l is he was a Jewish citizen of the world who took action for our people. Another thing I know about Max Steinberg z'l is that his actions brought together Jews of all kinds, pouring out from big and bigger rooms to comfort his mourning parents and siblings.... Continue Reading →
Note: We did not ask our five-year-old to draw anything. We didn't know what he had been up to when at around 7 this morning he came up to us holding a picture he drew. Turns out, it's not a story about a disabled boy who has divorced parents. "Why are there two houses?" "One... Continue Reading →