'Why did you move to Israel?' We get asked that a lot, don't we? Here's my #1 reason 9 years ago, and my #1 reason now: Children who know no differently... The list of reasons for living in Israel grows each year I live and learn here. This year it grew by way of another... Continue Reading →
There's nothing to make you feel more a part of a society's special mosaic than to find yourself arriving at the sealed entrance of the Unemployment Office, joining a small mob of people across all of Israeli demographics, all staring at the printout sloppily taped to the heavy doors... ...that the ministry is on strike.
There are a million ways living in Israel is just not what you may have thought... I chose 10 of those and made them my entry for the Expat Blog Awards! 10 Ways Living in Israel is Not What You Think I'm the only entry from Israel, so LET'S GET LOUD! Like? Vote! Leave a... Continue Reading →
Well here's a first. Last week the kids and I were in the kitchen making latkes (that was also a first, and it was kinda obvious). Playing in the background: a Chanukah songs cd my mom had brought from the States. So, you know, some kind of boy's choir-esque English-Hebrew mix. We were singing along;... Continue Reading →
A fiddler on the roof... it sounds crazy. But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us... is a fiddler on the roof. Before I lived here in Israel, I lived in a tight-knit Jewish shtetl called New York. Trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking... Continue Reading →
Living in Israel (and probably many other countries as an American expat) is an exercise in being happy with what you have, and I feel lucky to have even scratched the surface of that sentiment. Occasionally the conversation comes up with fellow expats here and I'm no longer surprised to admit that I'm happier here... Continue Reading →
Perhaps, for a taharat-mishpacha-keeping American-Israeli olah (female American immigrant to Israel who keeps laws of family purity), nothing else can quite epitomize the cultural differences of here and there better than... the mikvah. Because I got married in Israel, my mikva knowledge and experiences have been molded here. The closest I got in the States before... Continue Reading →
So... what happens after we die? One thing we know for sure - (ok, two things, for starters, our bodies decompose after some awkward nail and hair growth) - one sure thing is that we leave behind the living. The healthy living. The barely living. The newly living. The next in line. Organ donation is... Continue Reading →
Listening to a friend's story about a guy's bachelor party in North America. It ends with one of their other friends telling off some strippers. My first thought is, "Wow, he told strippers off in Hebrew?!"