Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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Move over Tel Aviv; Yafo is a great day
A few weeks ago we trekked down to Yafo to give the city a little spin. I’ve never actually spent much time there aside from venturing in-and-out for conferences (and apparently writing about it very briefly). We basically parked at the beach and walked up through the port and then towards the center, through the…
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Religion and kids and Israel and me.
I can’t really blame the ganenot (my kids’ teachers). It’s not their fault it all looks so terribly confusing.
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Fifty-Two Frames: Breakfast
Breakfast is relative.
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The innocent on Memorial Day.
I told Koala he could come with me to the Yom HaZicaron ceremony if he likes. I told him it’s a time where we remember all the soldiers and all the good things they do for us. “And if you want, during the siren, you can think about your uncle who is a chayal, or…
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Bebe update: Two years
Bebe, A couple nights ago you couldn’t sleep. You came to bed with me, and we spooned for a bit. After years and years of considering I may just be more of a fork, I realized a truth: You, me, right now, in this moment, are the perfect spoon. Two years ago, as the sun…
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Speaking up.
It won’t be long before Jewish parents of school-age children no longer remember the point. The memory becomes a faded square of yellow fabric, eventually disintegrating under museum lighting. The pictures, cliche. The speeches, routine. It’s probably already true to some degree, but most of us are young enough to remember the first time we…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Body Parts
If you were taking your kids out for as rare a treat as ice cream… And you got to the counter after getting vicariously excited about their love of chocolate… And your super-excited superman-inspired new-favorite-color-is-blue son notices the bright, bold, downright disturbing flavor at the very end of the case… And looks at you with…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Lines
Week 13: Lines Sky lines.
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Fifty-Two Frames: Black and White
Week 12: Black and White And the sea parted… (and the sweeper sneezed)
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Story of Passover (child labor edition)
It’s ok to help mother with cleaning for Passover. It might not be ok for her to involve the children in sanitizing her toxic home office. Also, the first time a child discovers a vacuum cleaner is super fun. Me: How do you say vacuum b’ivrit? Him: Maybe ‘vachuum’ (וחיום)?
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Yes, I let my kids watch TV.
This is how a recovering poli sci major does parenting. Then the following exchange made me feel dirty: “Who is that man?” “The president of the United States.” “Oh.” “Moshe Rabeinu was the manhig (leader) of Bnei Yisrael, right?” “Right.” “So President Obama is the manhig of America and Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu is the…
Questions? Comments? Advice?