A Letter Before Entering High School

Dear Tzofi,

It seems like only a few days ago we were bringing you home from the hospital and adjusting to life as new parents.  Together we’ve navigated through a lot of firsts, but starting high school seems somewhat bigger and different than most.  Your other firsts resulted from lots of hard work; months of babbling and sound formation gave way to your first word.  Months of scooting around lead directly to your first steps.  You rode your first bicycle after hours of practice.  Starting high school, in many ways, is the exact opposite of the natural flow you’ve come to expect; the hard work comes after the first day, not before.  For this reason, it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement without stopping to consider the challenges that are yet to come (and trust me, they will be there, even when you least expect it).  And so, as you get ready to climb on that bus and ride into the sunrise of your first day of high school, I’d like to give you some thoughts to keep not just in your back pocket, but in the forefront of your mind.

It’s hard to overturn a first impression.  In the next few years you’ll be meeting a lot of people.  Teachers, fellow students, employers in the inevitable odd jobs you’ll have to finance your shopping obsession, colleagues in upcoming volunteer projects – the list is endless.  Remember that first impressions count (a lot!) and that it’s hard to change people’s minds once they develop certain notions about you.  Showing people that you are a kind person, a caring friend and a hard worker is a choice that you will need to make every day.  It may be exhausting, but it’ll be worth it when you build meaningful, lifelong relationships and develop an unwavering work ethic that will serve you well for the rest of your life.

Don’t forget that school is your job. Sure, school is a great way to pass time between weekends. But it’s also a critical way to help you forge your path in life. Working hard on your studies will open many doors in the future, and, just as importantly, it will help you figure out what interests you and where you want to invest your energies in the future.  Don’t get discouraged when things are hard: just like in a paying job, you can’t just go home when the going gets tough – you’ll need to work through the challenges and find a way to make it work.  You may not always appreciate the path, but you will value the results.

Enjoy all the late nights now.  I already see how you love staying out late with your friends and babysitting until the wee hours of the morning, and we are so happy that you are reliable enough to earn this privilege.  Do not break this trust.  I also encourage you to enjoy all these late nights now because there will be a time in the not-too-distant-future that you’ll be begging for bed before dinner and wondering how you ever begged for a later curfew.  I promise you, this day is coming.

Stay close to family.  You’ll have plenty of time to be with your friends during high school, but there will be times that you’ll have a family event you just can’t miss.  And while friends are fantastic, family is forever.  Don’t lose sight of what’s really important.

Put down peer pressure.  For better or worse, you’ve been headstrong and opinionated since birth.  You’re never afraid to say what’s on your mind or fight for your way of doing things.  Let your moral compass be your guide in the face of the temptations you’ll face in the years ahead.  Never be afraid to be your own person or to lose sight of who you are, and never compromise on what you know is right.  And when things get really tough, don’t be afraid to ask yourself ‘what would Mom do?’ You may think that you’re missing out this way, but sometimes it’s ok to hold back.  You can thank me later.

Remember that we’re always here for you.  We may not always agree on how situations should be handled, but just remember that your father and I always have your best interests in mind.  And we’ve been there (perhaps your father a bit more than me).  We will always love you even when you make decisions we wouldn’t agree with or approve of, and we hope that you’ll always feel comfortable to tell us about what’s going on in your life.  We look forward to helping and supporting you and to sharing this exciting time with you.




17 Things I Love About Israel

On the eve of Israel’s 69th birthday, I thought about compiling a list of 69 things I love about Israel, but I’m fairly sure that’s been done already, and that there isn’t time to read all the way o the end, since you should be out celebrating.  It’s also fairly obvious that Israel is great because of its technological advancements and its democratic contributions to the Middle East, so there’s no need to delve into those right now.

Since it’s 2017, I thought maybe I could limit my list to only 17 everyday things I love about Israel – personal reasons, things so many people take for granted or may not even be aware of if they haven’t seen it for themselves.  (A few years ago, on the 10th anniversary of our aliyah, I had a totally different list, just proving the point that there are so many things to love!) I’d love to hear what you think makes our small country great.

1 – Socialized medicine.  Our son has had 5 surgeries in the past 6 years, and we’ve paid about $60 for each one. And gotten excellent care.

2 – Fresh bread every day.  The bread here may get moldy after a day or two because there are no preservatives, but it (almost) doesn’t matter because it’s super fresh.  EVERY MORNING. So you can eat it quickly and then buy a new one.

3 – The view.  When I look out my windows, I see rolling hills and lush green mountains, and sunsets which just don’t seem to exist in suburban New York.

The view from my house

The view from my house

4 – Field trips to Jewish historical places.  A class trip to the Liberty Bell can’t really compare with a trip to Ma’arat Hamachpela.  Both may be historical, but only one is OUR history.

5 – The relatively cheap price of vegetables.  Salad dressing may cost double the price here than it does in other countries, but the vegetables themselves are much cheaper (and tastier too!).  Maybe that’s why we have less obesity than other developed nations?

6 – 4 year-olds who go the park by themselves.  If that happened in the US, the parents would get arrested.  But I’ve got to admit, it’s pretty liberating.

7 – Daily minyanim on trains – with Torah reading.  You haven’t seen the best of Israeli society until you’ve the eclectic mix of people joining the daily prayer group on the morning train.  Soldiers, men without kippot and ultra-Orthodox men all praying together without judgment or fighting.  Don’t believe the papers – peace within the Jewish people IS possible!

8 –  Having only one seder.  No explanation necessary.

9 – Birkat Kohanim.  The priestly blessing takes up about 10 pages in the Artscroll machzor because it’s an uncommon event outside of Israel and there are lots of explanations and supplements that people say during the prayer, which is recited solely on holidays.  In Israel, it’s recited every day, which is pretty cool, if you ask me.

10 – Hitchhiking as the norm. It’s pretty ironic that traveling on public transportation is often more dangerous than taking a hitchhike (aka “tremp”) with a random stranger.  But the truth is, hitchhiking is an innate part of Israeli culture, and it’s awesome that people are so willing to help each other out.

11 – Memorial Day that means something to EVERYONE.  Our young country has been around for 69 years, or roughly 25,185 days.  Today we are remembering 23,544 people who fell in service of our nation, which means that we’ve lost someone for nearly every day of our existence.  In this small country, each loss is a deep wound that will never be fully repaired.  I hope that this number never increases, and that we, those living in Israel today, can properly live the dream so many have given their lives for.

12 – Multi-culturalism at its finest. I absolutely love working with a diverse group of Jews, Druze and Christians; native Israelis as well as people from Russia, England, Israel, Sweden, the United States and Germany who all made their way here for similar reasons – because no matter what their religious views are, Israel is home.

13 – Holiday items on sale, not just for sale.  There’s no question that you can get Jewish food worldwide in advance of holidays, but in most places holiday items are sold at a premium rather than at a discount.  For example, I just paid 1 shekel (27 cents) for a bag of marshmallows today – the item wasn’t just for sale, they were practically giving it away!

14 – Donkeys as a means of transportation.  There are few things that I enjoy as much as seeing a donkey being ridden on the side of the highway.  Except perhaps a flock of sheep, which is also fairly common in these parts.  I absolutely love the fact that even in a highly-modernized society people are still using donkeys as a way to get around.

15 – Pango.  Granted, I don’t get out all that often, but when I do, I never have money in my wallet, so paying for parking with an app that doesn’t require coins is a lifesaver.  Getting reminders and being able to renew without actually going to your car is pure genius.  (They may have this in other countries, but they definitely don’t have it where I hail from, which is the only place I ever drive besides Israel).

16 – Paid maternity (and paternity) leave.  I know this is a given in most socialized countries, but since I don’t come from one of those, I can appreciate paid maternity leave deeply.  If only President Trump paid his taxes properly, the U.S. could probably afford to implement this basic service…

17 – Chocolate milk in bags.  It’s the questionably “healthier” equivalent to Capri Sun.  Fun for kids and adults, and refreshing at all times.


Moving On, Again

Dear Poppy,

It’s been three years since you left us, but in many respects, it still feels like yesterday.  I still remember the lessons you taught me; how to be honest in business even when others aren’t, how to invest wisely and not squander money, how to build a family that loves and respects each other, despite their differences.  For you, these dogmas were immutable, as they have become for me – etched into my mind through repetition and hard work, during your lifetime and in the years since.

Less clear in my mind than these lessons are the day to day memories we built together, the everyday experiences we didn’t harp on because we thought we’d always have time to experience again.  I remember trips to the park and the pizza store, but not the mundane conversations we had during those outings.  I remember your phone number, but I can’t remember what time you woke up or at what time it became too late to call.

davMany of the memories I have of you are linked to the apartment that you lived in during your final years.  I’ve been to that apartment hundreds of times since you left us, and each time I relished spending time in the place that you held so dear, and reliving our time together there.  But now that apartment has been sold, and so we, the family you left behind, are moving on a most primal, physical level.  It’s not a bad thing – I have a feeling you’d be happy with the decisions that were made, and proud of the way everyone worked together to get things done.  You would have loved watching Mom and Malkie spend 10 hours a day together for two straight weeks, working together and maintaining the relationship you encouraged them to build, despite the fact that you weren’t there to make it happen.  Perhaps you did get a kick out of it, wherever you are now.

It’s been a hard couple of weeks, both physically exhausting and emotionally draining for everyone in the family (for Mom and Malkie the most).  In a very real way, saying goodbye to your apartment is like saying goodbye to you again.  I thought I’d already bid my farewells; I didn’t realize how hard it would be to do it again even after so many years.

Not every immigrant is lucky enough to have their grandparents make the same transatlantic move, and we certainly didn’t take this gift for granted.  I may not remember every conversation we ever had, but I’ll always remember the experiences we shared as well as the joy and meaning we all had because you lived so close by.



PS – Don’t worry about us too much –  if we need a good dose of nostalgia, we will just hang out at Poppy’s park or “Poppy’s pizza store” – those places should be around for a long, long while


Be Careful What You Wish For

I remember the days, pretty recently, where I was longing for a break in the hamster wheel of life.  For a day where I wasn’t asked at 10pm to bake a cake (with icing) for the next morning, while I was in the middle of catching up on unanswered emails. For a time when there weren’t 8 loads of laundry waiting for my attention. For a moment when I could put my feet up, instead of accidentally placing my feet in a puddle of spilled yogurt on the kitchen floor.

And then, I had an accident (don’t text and walk, it’s dangerous!).  And I’ve been basically laid up for most of the past 10 days.  To be honest, it’s not nearly as relaxing as it seems.  There’s something horribly, torturously frustrating about seeing something (or in my case, many things) on the floor, and literally not being able to pick it up.  It’s not fun to stay in bed all day when laying down is more painful than a root canal without anesthetic (just guessing on this), and where no amount of painkillers or TV distraction can numb the discomfort.  It’s oddly awkward to laze around all day, and then all evening and into the night, when you’re not even tired, because you haven’t moved all day.  It’s even stranger when your painkillers contain caffeine, so your mind is telling you to get moving(!), be productive(!) and release some energy(!), and your body is telling you that even rolling over requires an epidural to staunch the pain.

I’m not writing this post to garner pity (I’m pretty sure I did enough of that on Shabbat morning when I involuntarily screamed in pain during a quiet prayer service – yes, that was AWKWARD). But I really think it’s necessary to point out the conundrum that many people face when they look for an escape from the challenge that is everyday life.

We often wish for work to be less stressful – but in the extreme case, this hope may be fulfilled by unemployment or underemployment, neither of which is what we were really dreaming of.  We often wish that we didn’t have to make dinner, clear the dirty dishes or run out at the crack of dawn because we are out of sandwich bags.  But we seldom (if ever) stop to think what it would mean to really be absolved of these chores.  For me, right now, it means that I have never so badly wanted to get out, if only to the grocery store.  For others, freedom from daily parental duties may be because your children have left home, and suddenly you realize that the house is now empty, that there’s no going back to the days of morning snuggles, silly pranks and impromptu backyard get-togethers where you got to watch your children grow into themselves from behind your bedroom curtains.

What I’ve learned from these days of forced ‘relaxation’ is that most often, what we wish for in the abstract is not likely what we actually want.  And that it’s hard to recognize the beauty in the commotion of everyday life until it’s suddenly taken away.  I just wish this lesson wasn’t such a pain to learn.


In Defense of Men

I just came back from a weekend in London, where I had the same conversation repeatedly.  Considering that I was at a professional conference, you’d think that the conversation would have revolved around my work in some way.  And while I did have plenty of those conversations too, what really struck me was the number of times the topic evolved this way:

Stranger: So, do you have kids?

Me: Yup, five.

Stranger: WOW!  Who is watching them?

Me: Their father OR my husband. (Sometimes I even answered “my husband, their father”, just to spice things up.)

Stranger: WOW!  How can he manage all that?

Me: Umm…..I’d like to think he’s just as capable as I am….

Why is it that it’s so natural for people to think that men physically can’t take care of children and the house (especially their own children and house)?  Why is it easier to believe that men can be successful businessmen, lawyers, doctors, financiers, but that they can’t figure out how to load the dishwasher or boil a bag of pasta for dinner (or heck, order pizza if absolutely necessary)?  Why do people assume that men can dress themselves appropriately on a daily basis but laugh endlessly at the thought of a man dressing his children?

Such stereotypes not only endorse the notion that men are incompetent child-minders, but give them an opportunity to shrug off their responsibility when the need arises.  Why would we want to open that can of worms?  These questions are not coming from a place of feminism – I do believe in the notion of separate but equal when it comes to structuring a family (after all, it would be really inefficient if both husband and wife undertook the exact same tasks at all times).  I also understand that if we want our children to be raised by their parents (and not by a babysitter), one of the parents must be home when school is over.  I am comfortable with the fact that in our case that person is me four days a week and my husband one day a week.  That may not be an equitable division of home labor, but it works for us and it gives our children a solid understanding that both Mom and Dad can run the ship independently – and can have a serious career.

I’d like to suggest that for the most part, raising children is just as difficult for women as it is for men – it’s one of the hardest jobs in the world (and is certainly harder for some parents and in some family circumstances than in others).  But (I would hope), we don’t mock our colleagues when they struggle with work.   Why should we do so for our spouses (or exes who are co-parenting)?  Instead of poking fun at men who can’t make ponytails, why not teach them how?  Or offer alternatives?  Instead of assuming that fathers won’t be able to bathe the kids or keep the house clean, let’s assume they can, and give them an opportunity to do so by taking a women’s night out (or, gasp, a small vacation by yourself or with some girlfriends?!) Let’s empower men instead of putting them down – I am pretty sure that being positive will not only create more cohesive families but more capable fathers both in this generation and in the ones that come.

Father-daughter day out (unsupervised by Mom!)

Father-daughter day out (unsupervised by Mom!)


DH painting with the kids while I was sick in bed (for a week) - and they did great!

DH painting with the kids while I was sick in bed (for a week) – and they did great!



On Loss and Living

Azi had his first sleepover tonight.  He’s six years old, and we’d promised him that he could have one when he turned seven.  But things don’t always have a way of working out as you plan, and in this instance nothing could be more true.  The boy sleeping over is in Azi’s first grade class.  He lives in a different neighborhood, and three months ago they’d never crossed paths.  I’d never met this boy before today.  And he’d never met me

I was extremely impressed how this boy didn’t once cry for his mother.  Nor did he cry for his father, which was, to me, a new type of Chanuka miracle, as his father died suddenly less than one week ago

Perhaps this child is too young to comprehend the course that his life is about to take.  But I am certainly not.  And if I could, I would cry out for his father.  I’d tell him what a wonderful, friendly, well-mannered son he has.  I’d tell him how his son eschewed cake in deference to corn pizza and peppers, something I’ve never seen before with my own children.  I’d mention how his son related beautifully to boys and girls of all ages who were present in our home, something which shouldn’t be taken for granted.  If I could, I would tell this man whom I never met how impressed I was that his son seemed so comfortable in a home where he didn’t Can you spot the extra menorah?speak the language.  I’d tell him not to worry, that there are people, both strangers and friends, looking out for his family

.But I can’t

Instead, I will set another menorah with candles, another place at the dinner table and another bed in the boys’ room.  I will hug my own children and my husband a little bit tighter, and pray for a family that I’ve never met and may never have the chance to meet.  I will appreciate my own challenges and embrace the joys of life in a new way, and I will write this post to encourage others to do the same.  And, when all of that is done, I will go to sleep with a prayer for a better tomorrow.  Because what I’ve learned today is that we may not be able to plan all of life’s experiences on exactly the schedule we want, but we most certainly do have the ability to make each life event as positive as possible – not just for ourselves but for those around us


Today We Are All Veterans

Today, November 11th, marks the American ‘holiday’ of Veteran’s Day.  The day was meant to celebrate the brave servicemen who risked their lives for America and were lucky enough to come home alive.  Sadly, the day has largely become an excuse for sales and shopping, as well as dreaded bank holiday and day of school closures that is cursed because most parents still have to work.

But things are totally different when you’re forced to fight for your existence on a daily basis.  When the war is literally in your backyard, at your train station or on your local highway, everyone becomes a soldier, and just making it home at night makes you a veteran in the war that is everyday life.  I want to say that it’s not always like this, but I think that thousands of years of Jewish history prove otherwise.  There are times when we civilians are not on the front lines – and there are times that we are, every minute of every day.  This is one of those times.

In every army, each soldier has a specific job.  There are those that fight in combat, and those who support the combat units.  There are those who build the camps, and those who counsel the injured.  In the army of life, everyone too has a job…most times, more than one.  These days, it is my job to protect those in my “unit”.  I am the counselor required to explain the grim realities of war, and to dry the tears when nightmares inevitably come.  I am the captain who decides whether to take my kids into the battlefield or to keep them safe at home under lock and key.  I am the search and rescue team who goes out looking for my kids the minute they are late, always wondering deep down if something terrible happened.

I write this all with a touch of cynicism.  Most days I have no reason to leave my neighborhood, which means I’m seldom on the front lines.  But my friends and neighbors do.  My husband does…and my kids do.  And so, today, on Veteran’s Day, I salute everyone who ever donned a uniform to serve their country…and the thousands of others who are just brave enough to go out and fight the war of Jewish existence with every ounce of bravery they have.  Today, you are all veterans.


347 Days

Dear Poppy,

There’s so much I want to tell you about – things that have happened in the last 347 days since you’ve been gone, and things that I’m planning for the next 347 days, that I’d love to hear your thoughts about. Mundane things, like how I made a new recipe I thought you’d like. How Itiel learned to walk, speak, and most recently, to sing. How I continue to navigate the Israeli healthcare system, despite dozens of setbacks, to ensure that the kids get everything they need. I know you’d be proud, since you did the same. I want to share with you the kids’ great report cards, and to celebrate their accomplishments over drippy Israeli ice cream, just the way we’ve done for the past five years. I wish you could revel in Hollie’s recent hair donation, and to crack your jokes about how you could have really used that hair. I want to tell you about the restaurant where we celebrated our recent anniversary, a celebration we’ve done together for the past decade, since your birthday was the day before. (They served some great veal, and I know you would have loved it.)

This would have looked so great on you!

It’s funny, but sometimes I even yearn to sit by your hospital bed and to have your undivided attention and complete candor. Those weren’t fun days, but they were certainly branded with their own sort of specialness. Of course, I also miss the days when we lived 50 yards away from each other, and I could come over at any time of day or night to drop off something that I’d just baked, or to share some of your expensive orange juice (or wine!). Most often though, I long for the days where you didn’t have time for a visit because you were too busy changing the world of Torah learning. Even then, when you were so busy working tirelessly through your retirement years, you always had time for a call, even about matters that weren’t all that important.

I’d give anything to make you a peanut butter and cheese sandwich, or, even better, something gooey and chocolaty that wouldn’t be good for you but would surely taste amazing. And mostly, I’d love to have just one more “Poppy talk.” I’d ask you to help me understand the cycle of grief and loss, and how to deal with such immense emptiness. I suspect you’d tell me how you didn’t merit to know your grandparents like I knew you, but that you’ve counseled hundreds of people going through it, and how you don’t know how, but somehow, at some time, it gets easier. To be honest, I thought it would be easier by now. But here I am, 347 days later, crying onto my keyboard.

In just a few days we’ll mark the end of the Jewish year of mourning. But despite this ritual milestone, I’m not quite there yet. Part of me really wants to be, but the other part of me isn’t quite ready to let go. I’m not sure I’ll ever be. But since I don’t really have a choice, I guess I’ll keep trying, and hoping that in 347 days from now, things will be easier – not just for me, but for the many people in our family who continue to love and miss you. I know that’s what you’d want…and you know that I aim to please. May your memory be blessed.

Your last family simcha - It's just not the same without you



Seeing the World

Last week I had the supreme privilege of traveling to the Far East for business. I made the trip last year as well, (which I wrote about here), but this year was different because I had a better idea of what to expect…sort of. I didn’t get lost at all in the mammoth hotel. I was able to find my own way from Hong Kong to Macau without even batting an eyelash, and I felt much more comfortable and confident when speaking to the other participants than I did last year. In fact, some participants even remembered me from last year, which was simultaneously exciting and just a wee bit awkward, since history has proven that I tend to be rather forgettable.

This year, instead of flying direct to Bangkok and then to Macau’s tiny airport, I was ‘drafted’ into taking the ‘scenic route’, flying from Tel Aviv to Kiev to Bangkok to Hong Kong, where I boarded an hour-long ferry to Macau. In fairness, I’ve always dreamed of traveling the world – I’m just not sure that this is exactly what I had in mind! But maybe I should have been more specific in the formulation of these dreams…

This begs the question - which hand do they mean? Right or left? @Bangkok Airport

I’ll spare you the details about the work stuff, and about the 50 hours of travel time. OK, one quick story: on the flight from Kiev to Bangkok, someone lit a cigarette in the bathroom (aka, the lavatory). SERIOUSLY. I was actually sleeping when I heard the fire alarm go off, and it’s a darn good thing that I was, or I’d probably have freaked out a bit more from the sudden, incessant wailing. I was almost relieved when I smelled the cigarette fumes, because I became instantly alert and realized that the plane wasn’t going down or anything – it just had a really, really stupid person aboard. But as long as it wasn’t the pilot, I felt comfortably trying to go back to sleep.

Beautiful Strangers

The most interesting part of the trip was the few hours that I took to visit Hong Kong city before heading to Hong Kong airport. I researched a bit and found out that the “Ladies Market” would be an interesting place to go in the short time that I had. Needless to say, I was nervous about finding my way there, which required a ferry and two subways. The ferry was no problem. But I hadn’t received great subway directions from the concierge (who’d never even heard of the Ladies Market). Luckily, when we arrived at the ferry terminal in Hong Kong, there was a lovely couple who I heard speaking English, and I decided to ask if they happened to know the way. As if the stars were fully aligned, they were heading in my direction, and offered to show me to the Mong Kok station where the market was, and to teach me about changing trains. They even explained to me how to get to the airport from the market, and listened to my idle chatter as I shared my excitement about this new experience. I only had an hour or so there, but I was able to get a feel for Hong Kong (the city looks pretty similar to New York – I even found a 7-eleven where I got some Haagen Dasz), and to explore the market, where you can get almost anything from authentic Asian slippers and Chinese robes to knockoff designer handbags (again, quite like New York City, but in much larger volume).

Another perk of meeting people? You don't only have to take selfies! Hong Kong Good Luck Tree

Funny that in a region where people tend to be on the short side, the booths are SO high (@ Hong Kong Ladies Market)

And then, the unthinkable happened. Left alone to navigate my way back to the airport via subway and train, I braced myself for the adventure ahead. I managed to purchase the train ticket and fought the rush hour crowds into the depths of the Mong Kok subway station (which once again reminded me of New York, except so much cleaner). And there, standing on the subway platform, was the kind stranger who had shown me the way only a short time ago, heading back towards Macau on the very same subway line! I wrote last year that traveling alone isn’t so much fun, because you don’t have anyone to share weird observations with, but in those moments, I was able to share my reflections with this lovely Hungarian stranger (who just so happened to move to Macau, learn his way around Hong Kong, and be nice enough to share his knowledge with a total stranger). And so, Lori and Rebecca, if you’re reading this blog (which I hope you are), just wanted to let you know how much your kindness and spontaneous friendship improved my trip – thank you!

I made several purchases over the course of my trip, souvenirs for the family I left behind. But this time I didn’t buy anything for myself (unless you count an overpriced bag of potato chips or an ice cream bar?). I didn’t need to. Because I came home with wonderful memories, one more reminder about the fantastic people in this world and a greater confidence in my ability to talk to new people and to navigate unfamiliar territories. Lastly, I came home with 500+ unanswered emails (which almost a week later I’m still going through)? And when you have all those things, who needs (or has time for) physical stuff?



10 Years Later…

Today marks 10 years since we moved to Israel. I was wondering how and when I’d find time to record some of the lessons that I’ve learned in the past 10 years, but as is typically the case in this holy country, it was as if G-d just reached down and answered my question, by ‘helping’ me to miss two trains yesterday, and giving me lots of downtime to sit at the train station where I could organize my thoughts. If you haven’t considered Aliyah before, maybe this can inspire you…and just know that now you officially have some ‘vatikim’ (old and experienced people) to help you through the process personally!

1- Sure, it’s painful that most purchases in Israel cost at least double (if not more) what they’d cost abroad…but tuition costs about 2000% less. And though it’s excruciating to spend close to $100 on baby shoes, at least I know that one day he’ll be wearing them to walk into his entirely free pre-school, so I’ve actually saved about $12,000 on these shoes.

2- Living in Israel means the door is always open. You may think that it’s a burden on us when you ask to crash at our place. But honestly speaking, you’re doing me a favor. You’re making me keep the house a bit neater and the kids a bit quieter in the morning. When you join us for dinner, you’re encouraging me to make a real meal, rather than serving the frozen chicken nuggets the kids are accustomed to. In short, you’re making me a better mother. So please, don’t be afraid to drop by, and even to stay a while.

I promise the house won't look like this if you come


Mom visited for 6 weeks last year...and you can see how happy I was!

3- Rain can be a miracle, not a curse. The Jewish people pray for two critical things three times daily, 365 days a year: peace and rain. Though we haven’t yet seen the peace that we plead for, there are times when we see the rain…and we can recognize it as a blessing, rather than as a plague. While I used to grumble at the frizz caused by a few drops, today I accept each one as a gift and as a valuable reminder that prayers are often answered.

I love the rain, but maybe not THIS much...

4- Socialized medicine has its drawbacks, but it can also be incredibly wonderful. The hospitals here may be a bit more rundown and the service may be a bit slow, but when it really counts, there are many quality healthcare professionals here, both of the homegrown and imported varieties. You just have to know where to look.

5- We may have chosen to live amongst our own people, but that doesn’t mean that our lives lack diversity. We have the privilege to teach our children about religious acceptance and tolerance of others in their own surroundings, not in the theoretical way that we learned about it when we were growing up. We have the opportunity to slowly break down the prejudices that are so common today, even if we’re only doing it 5 impressionable people at a time.

6- Thanksgiving is highly overrated. I won’t deny that I miss the family gatherings, the turkey and the pecan pie, and that I really miss the idea of having a random paid day off. But actually, we have many ‘random’ paid days off, such as Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur and Pesach, most of which have plenty of eating as well. And it’s pretty terrific not to have to use vacation days for these holidays.

7- Speaking of “holidays”, I really love the no-frills vacations that are the norm around here. This isn’t to say that I’m not envious of my sister’s upcoming trip to Hawaii. I AM (more than I wish I was). But I love knowing that our winter vacation this year included one day of harvesting food for Israel’s poor, one day of baking cakes for the soldiers protecting our area, and one night in a cabin with bunk beds, hideous linens and free sufganiyot from the local Chabad shlichim. I enjoy knowing that these vacation days were full of meaning and togetherness, even though they weren’t filled with exotic beaches, exciting ski trips or Chuck E. Cheese…and I smile knowing that our kids are content with this ‘simpler life’.

Harvesting food for Israel's poor - it's an annual vacation activity for us

8- I love living in Israel because I know that there’s always a way home. In this society, hitchhiking is the norm, rather than the exception. At the end of a long day, I love knowing that at some point, some kind stranger will invite me into his or her warm car, and help me find my way home. It may take a while, but I have faith that it will work out…and so far, it always has.

9- I find it fascinating to live in a place that can dispatch teams to deal with suspicious packages without warning, but one in which elected officials have little or no concept of how to deal with snow, despite having days or weeks to prepare.

Enjoying the snow

10- Finally, even after 10 years, I still love the feeling of camaraderie that there is between olim, both those who have chosen to come and those who have come out of necessity. It takes a certain type of crazy to leave your family, your language and your comfort zone to move across the world and start new in a country filled with bureaucracy, messy politics and high taxes. And yet, I’m proud to be surviving the turmoil, and to be sharing this experience with thousands of others. And I can’t wait to see what wonderful things the next 10 years have in store.

Some of our favorite olim - Take note...you're never too old to make the move!