Monthly Archives: August, 2012

Jeans at a wedding. Button-down shirts to 6th grade.

David and I have never been grownups in America so we’re enjoying being puzzled by the ride. Yoni, it turns out, needs to wear pants to school every day. In Israel, you don’t even wear pants to funerals or weddings. I don’t mean you come naked (though that would be funny), but jeans at a …

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The proud owners of two toys #ToysRNotUs.

Indulge me in some toy math. Each time my parents would visit Israel when the kids were young, they would bring toys. Each time my mother-in-law would visit, she would bring toys. And each time we went to the States/Canada for our summer pilgrimage, they would give us toys. That roughly equals a zillion toys. …

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Baruch Dayan Emet

When Yael and Yoni were five and four, we went to Youngstown to visit Bobie and Ze’evi. I don’t know exactly how to describe Youngstown. Most people know it as an exit on the highway on the way to New York. The major landmark to reaching Ze’evi’s house is Big Joe’s carwash (make a left). …

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Hashem is here. Hashem is there. Also the deer are here and there.

All olim can identify with the feelings of inadequacy that come hand in hand with sending your kid off to preschool. On the surface, the kid looks fine — clean, brushed teeth, lunch packed but the feeling of failure happens when the kid comes home… singing. Because we don’t know the songs. I have been …

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Juice box vs. Choco BeSakit

  Add to the list of experiences that an Israeli child does not excel at… the Juice Box. I’m honestly surprised than any three year-old can master the art of drinking from a box with a straw, but particularly the Israelite child is set up for failure. I’ve given this some serious thought (while wiping …

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Road trip, baby. 20 hours in Toronto.

When I was younger, we would drive between Cleveland and Toronto or Toronto and Camp Stone at the drop of a hat (Mikey Shore, Doniel Ehrenreich, Shoshana Gordon… here’s looking at you!). We thought nothing about jumping into the car for a 5 hour drive. So I didn’t think too much about driving up to …

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