I don’t know what it is about Shabbat here, but every week, without fail, I find myself homesick. It’s the most ironic thing because Shabbat is at its peak here in Israel, especially in Jerusalem. Even the air is infused with a holy energy. You’d think I’d want to stick around and drink it […]

Walking on the streets or riding the buses of Jerusalem, as in any city, can sometimes feel like a fashion extravaganza. After almost three months here, there is one thing I can say for sure about Israeli women: the ones who know how to work it know how to work it. The style among […]

A wise person once told me that getting sick is the body’s way of telling you to slow down. I conveniently forgot that piece of sage advice until today, when after a particularly frustrating morning, I called my teacher Leah to vent about pretty much everything. I told her about the tough transition to […]

Last night I went to the first installment of my Women’s Chabura Intensive in Nachlaot. The Chabura is basically a discussion forum in which the women work together to discover their own personal avodah (task or work) in the world. Our group is small, only 7 or 8 women, and all are wives […]

Looks like my prayer for help has been answered in the form of my wonderful husband. Shuie took the day off of school and has tended to Yonah all morning so I could sleep. He took Yonah to the doctor to get a throat culture (Shuie said he cried :(); so far the verdict […]

It is 8:17 in the morning and I am already done for the day.

I went to bed violently ill and in the middle of the night was woken from my sleep for an olympic puking session (sorry to get graphic; all complaints can be forwarded to my PR team). Falling back asleep, however, […]

Yesterday, about twenty minutes into our “quiet” Shabbat, our telephone rang. Immediately, I knew it was my sister. Unfortunately, it being Shabbat, I was not able to pick up the phone. I figured she’d remember soon enough that with the time change it was already Shabbat here and let it go without much thought. […]

It was a total Balagaan.

In Hebrew, “Balagaan” means chaos or a completely crazy situation. It was a word I knew before I came to Israel, but now that I’m here I can appreciate it’s impact so much more. Especially after yesterday.

The day started innocently enough. Yonah went off to his playgroup and […]

I have a new mantra I am forcing myself to constantly repeat in my head: “Rain is Good”. I had to say it quite a few times today, a particularly cold and damp one. I mantra-ed when I was pushing a triple-layered Yonah up the street to Ruchama’s, again when I was sitting in […]

This morning Yonah and I met up with the girls from school for a trip to the Begin Heritage Center, a biographical museum of the former Israeli prime minister right outside of the old city. While I was originally planning to skip the trip and go to the Malcha mall (a replay of my […]