Monthly Archives: May, 2013

Street Cred.

The end of school has brought up a couple of uncomfortable realities. Here’s one: what am I going to do next year? Here’s the thing about shlichut (or at least a successful shlichut because my childhood was filled with well-intentioned but bad shlichim): you spend a year doing good. In fact, the one rule David …

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Nailed it.

Growing up in Toronto there was a great beer commercial called, “I am Canadian.” In it, a very impassioned guy tells us the greatness of being Canadian. And, while I don’t drink beer, I really bought into the whole retro-pride we Canadians have. So it should be no surprise that I was completely clueless about …

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Photobooth.

  Almost a year ago to the day, Yael and I stood up (along with David and Yoni) and spoke. It was her Bat Mitzvah, and she spoke with so much poise and confidence that I tear up just thinking about it. To quote one of our favorite Channan-isms, “she sparkled.” I was the proud …

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You’d think this story is about me. It’s not. It’s all about David.

  Sometimes nice people ask me when I’m going to write a book. And I’m never sure. I’m not confident as to what my voice would be — what I’d be trying to say. But I know this: any story that David is the unwitting main character is worthy of a novel. Let’s start off …

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I miss my towels.

This post is mostly for Jorge (and for anyone else who put down money on whether or not we’d be coming back after one year). The official “see ya” moment came a few weeks ago. At a tekes in the school on Yom HaZikaron, families moving to Israel are asked to come up on stage …

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Camp Stone. Mmmm…

There may be nothing more wonderful than an empty Camp Stone. David and I raced up this afternoon to meet an Amish man about building some stuff (how do you know your trip was an epic fail? I took out my laptop to show him some pictures and he commented on the “nice apparatus” that …

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