Monthly Archives: June, 2014

Lost and Found

  This is where I was when I heard the news that the boys that were lost had been found and were now gone. Today was the last day of school. The kids came home with fabulous report cards and were feeling so good. So good about themselves. So good about the start of summer, …

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The Most Much

I get choked up when I see an American soldier in uniform in an airport. I thought it may be because I’ve seen one too many youtube video of tear-filled reunions in airports. But that’s not true… there can never be too many youtube reunion videos. It’s because of their laundry. An American soldier deployed …

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Bus Stop.

There has been no proof of life. If before I thought, give the army 48 hours and these boys will be home, now I think just show us a proof of life. Show us something, anything that can give us the smallest amount of hope. Because we are holding out for that reunion. We are …

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Waiting.

For the first few days everything stopped. Everything. People walked around looking shell-shocked, not sure how to make eye contact, not sure how to even use words anymore to talk. Because there are no words for this. The radio reported about this and only this for the first 24 hours, maybe even 48 hours. And …

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Heartbreak

I lit three extra candles this Shabbat and explained to my kids that there were parents this Shabbat in Israel whose children were lost and we were going to keep their sons in our hearts. They got it sort of. And then we all, as a family, went to shul. And as Dov climbed all …

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Refresh

I will speak now of the unspeakable. I will try to explain what it is like to live in this moment, in this country, when all air has been sucked out. Where we sit by our computers hitting refresh, refresh, refresh, hoping and praying for some news that isn’t coming. The media isn’t reporting and …

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Blessed

  I came to the kotel prepared for Yoni’s Hanachat Tefillin. By that I mean that I had my camera, some ziploc bags full of cereal for those who didn’t realize the value in waiting until Waffle Bar breakfast, a marker and some paper. I figured the spirituality would happen on the other side of …

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