Monday, March 30, 2015

Who's Coming for Seder?

It happened over twenty years ago and I still remember my feelings. I was in Jerusalem, waiting at the bus stop and hoping for a ride home. Another woman from Shilo, a casual acquaintance, arrived and we began visiting. Pesach was just a couple of weeks away so naturally that was our topic of conversation.

“So, who’s coming to you for Seder?” she asked.

“We’re just our family.”

Monday, March 23, 2015

I’m a Klutz

Perhaps it’s because I have my head in the clouds more than my feet on the ground. Or maybe it’s because I’m always in such a hurry to get to the future that I don’t pay enough attention to the present. Possibly, it has nothing to do with me and it’s just the genetic make-up I received. Whatever the reason, over the years I’ve broken bones at least a half a dozen times and needed stitches that same amount or more. I’ve lost count of the scratches, scrapes and bruises I’ve accumulated over the years.
This is not a picture of me!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Day Off

One of my bigger adjustments to life in Israel was having Sunday as a normal working day. There was no lazing around and starting the day slowly nor was there any packing up the car and taking off for a day trip. No, it was getting the kids up and out to school and everyone else starting work like any other weekday.

As time went on I got used to it but I can’t say I didn’t miss those relaxing Sundays. So when I discovered that Election Day in Israel was a day-off I was thrilled. It became our tradition to have a family BBQ on those elections days.

Monday, March 9, 2015

And Once Again, Practical Pointers for Pesach Preparations

After having made Pesach more than thirty-seven times and never once being late for Bedikat Chometz, I think I can say with full confidence that I am somewhat of an expert on Pesach preparations. It would be well worth your while to read my pointers.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Miracle of Chicken Soup, reprinted from 2011

Have a Happy Purim 

We all know that chicken soup is considered Jewish penicillin, famous for curing the common cold. How many people, however, know that it is also a cure for a hangover? It is and I have proof.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Not for our sake, HaShem not for ours, but for Your Name’s sake give glory on Your Kindness and Truth

So begins psalm chapter 115 which is part of the Hallel, songs of praise we say on holidays. It was that verse that ran through my mind while waiting for the American court to hand down their decision on the case of the Israel Law Center versus the PA and PLO. Representing eleven families whose loved ones were murdered or injured in seven terror attacks spanning four years from the start of the second Intifada in 2000 the Israel Law Center sued the PA and PLO for inciting, supporting, planning and executing those attacks. Among the witnesses, Rivka,* was my friend and neighbor.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Not Enough Stones

On Monday, the 23rd of February and the fourth day of the Hebrew month of Adar, a historic decision was made in a New York court. A twelve member jury ruled against the PLO and PA for of inciting, supporting, planning and executing the seven terror attacks which killed American citizens between 2000 and 2004. The following article, written twelve years ago, gives a glimpse into the pain and horror of one of those attacks.
Shilo Cemetery, courtesy of The Jewish Press

Wednesday, June 26th, 2002

     Although there are no shade trees in the Shilo cemetery it is early enough in the morning for it to be pleasant. At least the weather is pleasant. Standing with an open book of psalms among Shmuel's family, classmates, and neighbors is anything but pleasant. It is heart rending and many of us cannot stop the tears that flow down our faces. We have cried so many tears in the past month it is surprising we have any tears left.
     I stare at Shmuel's fresh grave and at Avi's next to Shmuel's. Avi's has a marker. Shmuel's is only covered with stones. I turn to my neighbor standing next to me.
     "There are not enough stones in all of Eretz Yisroel to cover all the graves of the terror victims."
     She shakes her head silently. She has her own grief to work through. I follow her as she lays a stone on Shmuel's grave. (Six months later her son would join Avi and Shmuel in the cemetery, gunned down by a terrorist in his yeshiva.)