I've been greeting the mailman as if he were Brad Pitt these days. I practically attack him, and by now he knows why.
Three of our seven grandchildren - Carly, Danny, and Emily - are away at summer camp.
Picture this: The setting was a dining room on the East Coast on Friday, October 31st, sometime in the late 1990s.
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Russia."
"Russia who?"
"Russia Shana."
As my kids tell me this joke, I realize my mother's curse has come true: I have children "just like me."
With imported parents and imported children, I'm the native-born pastrami between
It is Shabbat, and my wife Anat and I are relaxing in lounge chairs in the small backyard of our home. We call it the "Nachlaot garden,” because it’s reminiscent of that Jerusalem neighborhood known for its old-style housing and hidden courtyards.
I've been greeting the mailman as if he were Brad Pitt these days. I practically attack him, and by now he knows why.
Three of our seven grandchildren - Carly, Danny, and Emily - are away at summer camp.
I am about to become an empty nester. Years ago, when the kids first started going to camp, my husband and I used to call ourselves “ENITs,” Empty Nesters in Training.
At a good hour. At the right time. B’sha’ah tovah. That is the traditional Jewish response to learning about a pregnancy. Generally, in the United States, we say “Congratulations," "mazel tov," or "wonderful,” but Judaism says, “At a good hour."
I have been
Me’ah is a simple Hebrew word meaning “one hundred.” It’s also the name of a program at Hebrew College, an intensive Jewish educational experience designed for busy adult learners of all backgrounds. After graduating from the Me’ah program, I am very excited
How do you get ready as your child starts to talk about packing for Jewish summer camp in your house? In my house, it looks something like this.