Category: 400 thoughts

  • New parenting level unlocked: Israeli school children on Yom HaZicaron

    New parenting level unlocked: Israeli school children on Yom HaZicaron

    Here’s the scene. A mother is playing out her son’s childhood through a laundry metaphor. First the onesie. Then the tzitzit. School uniform shirt. Pants. Teenager jeans. Button down shirt. Army tzitzit. When she gets to the army uniform, there’s a ‘knock at the door.’ She sees the soldier. She crumples. He salutes. She cries…

  • Questions I answer for my kids on Holocaust Remembrance Day.

    “Those bad guys… ummm… what are they called again?” “Nazis.”

  • Happy International Women’s Day to me.

    Here’s how I found out today is International Women’s Day: My classy huz. And I suppose I was in a celebratory mood since all I ate before noon was a yogurt mixed with Fiber 1, which the marketing world tells me is the most feminine thing I can do. Girls be regular, amirite? For some reason…

  • The pregnant working mother perseveres in the face of conf–erence.

    A little while ago, I was approached to speak at a marketing conference for end-of-February in the new Hub Etzion shared workspace. I was in the middle of other conference insanity, but January Liz was all like, shrug whatevs let’s do it so I agreed. Knowing fully that in another month I’d be presenting a…

  • What’s next for my girls in Judaism?

    The following is a note I jotted down and posted for opinions on Facebook. I plan to follow up with further thoughts after a discussion was started and I had time to think deeper.  need to talk this out somewhere. sometimes I hear friends say how nervous or worried they are about raising girls because…

  • Worth a fortune

    It’s comforting to know that for decades, through wars, movements, periods of uncertainty… through times of prosperity and discovery and technological revolutions… throughout it all, kids are STILL making these.

  • It takes people to conflict.

    In a total understatement, there’s been a lot going on in Israel lately. People say it’s the start of the third intifada (again), while other people call for the third intifada. Stabbings, shootings, stonings, molotov cocktails. Lynch mobs. And the beat plays on: the same media headlines, the same talkbacks, the same Facebook statuses. The…

  • The State of Jerusalem Pride 2015: lovers love, haters hate

    ‘Why do we have parades?’ My 6yo kept puzzling over that one. ‘We have parades to say something.’ He wanted to know what we’re saying now. ‘We’re saying that love is good, everyone can love whoever they want.’ ‘Why are there rainbows?’ ‘Because there are so many kinds of love.’ The kids will probably remember…

  • State of the Workspace 2015: working from home vs working from an office

    I’m at a point where I can say I’ve gone both ways, and, a year into my ‘new’ job, I can sum up my thoughts on working from home versus working from an office. In no particular order, except that the first item on the list is OBVIOUSLY most important, here is my… State of…

  • 5 metaphors that describe my working motherhood right now

    Just for fun, because I just finished working and it’s after 10pm, here are five metaphoric-idiomic examples I can think of off the top of my head that describe my experience right now as a fairly career-driven, family-driven, career driven, family driven, career and family driven working mom. I’m on a roller coaster that in…

  • WANTED: someone to talk to

    Is anybody out there? Two 30-something partners and parents of three and full time marketing professionals seeking someone similar who has figured it all out. Realizing that no one has truly figured it all out, also seeking someone who has at least crossed to the other side of hectic and has less regrets than one…

  • No better Israel education than the one from your sabra kids

    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.…