Hammock for one.

It gets harder every year. Yom HaShoah. Yom HaZicaron. Every year the ticking accelerates. Every year I realize all over again how important it is to not take any of it for granted. Every hug, every cuddle. Every whispered secret. Every question. Every silent moment, holding hands. Feeling up-down-up-down of a tiny chest against my... Continue Reading →

Answer any question, honestly.

If we're being cynical, the propaganda machine is running in full force at my house. If we're being honest, I'm just trying to protect my offspring. If we're being optimistic, the hope is knowledge will lead to creative, original and practical solutions. This Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day, hit me hard. Harder than in years... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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