A Soldier's Mother

Impossible, after 6 long years of Obama's reign to ignore his total disdain for Bibi,Israel, Judaism

Years after the 2nd Intifada, I still listen for ambulance sirens, wondering if it's just...or 2...

I love that most of my kids don't actually read this blog - it gives me a freedom.

The smell may be gone, but the air remains poisoned by the hatred.

My son continues to move slowly towards the army while working to complete his final year in high school.

It's a strange feeling to known that a missile is flying towards your country and there is nothing you can do about it.

Jews of Poland...Get. Out. Now.

I'll start by explaining that in Israel, a common phrase is "yehiye b'seder" - it will be okay.

At one point the Dr. asked me if I was famous because of the blog...

There are ashes that remain in the ovens, ashes piled into a mountain in Maidanek.

The list of countries who rushed to help during the Oklahoma tornadoes is tiny.

As a woman, I am very sensitive to comparing rape to...well, virtually anything.

Jesus, a Palestinian? Not by a long shot.

You dare to hold Jonathan Pollard in prison for 29 years for spying on an ally...when you've been doing the same thing all along?

I wish, just once, if they were going to accuse us of something, that it was at least halfway credible.

Two things I miss in Israel: Sunday and Snow

Despite repeated promises by virtually every Israeli government in the last decade or two, E1 remains largely vacant.

My little birds have left the nest

Because that is what we do...

Happy...

I keep putting myself in the same situation - sure, I can handle this...um...oops, no I can't.

Our Prime Minister must, in no uncertain terms, make it clear that the owners of the archives are the Iraqi Jews.

As you probably know, when you start to search for something, Google will, as it always does, offer you suggestions.

I asked him how it went - it went fine.

At the door to the building, I put my purse and a bag on the guard's table...but he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at me...and down at the belt.

Each year, tens of thousands of Jews take one of these days and go to Hebron...

Months ago, Elie and Lauren asked us for names of relatives.

I'm not in a hurry to talk too much about him yet; I'm keeping him to myself a bit longer.

They stood for several minutes talking about the engine. I didn't understand a word they said.

I can’t let the day pass without some reminder, some tribute and yet what words have we not said.