Ears of a guy we're meant to love to hate. Jews: still rocking weird drama since 3338. First time making hamantaschen with my kids. Or as an adult. FYI: as you and the diaspora-born father of your kids keep talking about 'hamentashen,' your Israeli-born kids are bound to, at some point, look at you oddly. "Oh.... Continue Reading →
This is the first year we had strong Purim costume requests... from two kids. 'Hello Kitty' I got pretty quick. Once I figured out what צב צבי נינג'ה meant, I spent a few days hinting at other ideas because after a quick look at Pinterest I decided this would be too hard. But I won't lie:... Continue Reading →
Mom of the year spent a couple hours today exploring the Purim costume scene in Bet Shemesh. I never really did that before because - a. my oldest has wanted to be Mordechai HaYehudi for the last two years and bathrobe + makeup beard + paper crown = score! b. I never had that much... Continue Reading →
"Did you make this Beit HaMikdash today?" "Yeah." "Is it burning, is there so much fire?" "Yeah... ...fireman come... put water... pssssshhhhhhhhh..." Perhaps my 2-year-old has more wisdom about the Messiah than any of us could dream of, or she has a vast knowledge of history and the fire fighting capabilities of warring nations, but really,... Continue Reading →
It's a holy week of sorts. The beginning of the 9 days. Ramadan. Jews fighting Jews at the kotel. Sounds pretty holy to me. Week 27: Holy/Sacred It's actually quite easy to appreciate how man can stare up at the sun and decide it's worthy of worship.
The one day my son did not wear his beloved black kippa to kindergarten was the one day I needed to take a portrait shot for Fifty-Two Frames. Divine intervention? Since living in Israel, never has it been more trendy to debate religious practice, engage or disengage from extremism, ritually cross-dress, or hate people you... 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 →
Note: Reflections based on my rare February and March 2013 trips to the Kotel. Based on today's news, I figured today's as good as any to post. I've been to the Kotel, the Western Wall, way too many times in the past year. Previously, I had a comfortable average of maybe once every two or... Continue Reading →