Monthly Archives: November, 2012

Shlichut.

The term brings up all sort of memories of bearded men with broken english struggling to teach us Navi while we were up to all sorts of terrible classroom behavior. So it is no surprise that any time anyone calls us “shlichim” I deflect. Nah, I say, I’m here for the shopping or the library. …

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365 Days of Not Being There.

I wanted to explain to Yael and Yoni what was happening in Israel. It’s weird to me that Israel has only been very peripherally on my mind today. I knew that all crazy was starting to break loose, but it just seemed very far away. At first, I thought we’d watch the news. But the …

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Ode to Home.

It has come to my attention that perhaps my Israelite friends and family do not think we miss our world. “You’re loving it too much,” they’ll toss out. “Keep remembering what’s hard for you,” they’ll offer up. Oh dear. So here’s part one of my ode to what we’ve left behind (there are many parts…) …

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Eitan and the history of vomit.

Two summers ago we were up at camp, and one Shabbat at Seudat Shleesheet time, Eitan announced that he wasn’t feeling well. In fact, in a way that comes to personify Eitan, he let us know that his stomach hurt and he was going to throw up. Well, he was 6 and a red head …

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