Overheard… “Did you know that I also speak English,” said the Little One to the three year-old girl he’d met only an hour earlier, and with whom he was now holding hands as they walked along the path towards our cottage at this guesthouse in the Arava where we once again found ourselves. If this is how he’s choosing to impress girls when...
Prime Minister Olmert, despite your obvious shortcomings and your proclivity towards questionably ethical activity, I wanted to believe that you carried at least a modicum of intelligence and a sense of responsibility towards and respect for the office of the Prime Minister, but with each passing day, you are going out of your way to prove me wrong. You, Mr. Prime Minister...
One of the best moves I’ve made during my time in Israel was to leave my job in a technical writing outsourcing agency and make the leap into the local hi-tech industry. My life changed socially as well as professionally, as I suddenly found myself in a Hebrew-speaking environment instead of an English-speaking one. Instead of spending my days in a comfort zone...
Two weeks ago, after hearing that one of the Little One’s close friends in preschool had come down with the chicken pox, I quickly made an appointment for the Little One to get vaccinated. Rumor has it that he was okay until he saw the needle, but far less keen once he caught on. Several days later, and the boy was spotty. “A reaction to the vaccination,” we...
It was a Saturday, the last day of my parents’ visit. We spent the day wandering around the Safari in Ramat Gan. I can remember that I wasn’t feeling well, but the day was otherwise uneventful. Later that night, we drove my parents to the airport, and as we handed our ticket and fistful of coins to the parking lot attendant, he shared with us the news that...
I could make excuses about the fact that life’s been crazy lately, but what it really comes down to is that I just haven’t had the energy to write. I’ve begun new entries that never panned out, had ideas at inopportune moments and never followed through… The urge to blog had simply gone AWOL, and frankly, it’s been more than a little worrying...
As usual, I am procrastinating. I should be emptying out the dishwasher, filling up the water bottle, tying up lose ends on a project, and getting ready to run out the door to pick up my cousin at the train station. Instead, I’m looking up cheesy Rosh Hashanah clips on YouTube. I think you’ll agree that I haven’t done too badly… Shana tova to my Jewish...
While I do have a political post bouncing around in my brain, it’s not quite ready yet. In the meantime, I’ve done an interview for the excellent website for mothers – 5 Minutes for Mom. The interview can be found here. Oh, and the list of favorite blogs has since been updated (somehow I forgot to mention Shenanigans, written by the uber-talented Beth), but I...
“Put me the Beatles, Aba.” “Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” I corrected over my shoulder, as we began our daily morning drive to the train station. “Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” repeated the Little One. “Who are the Beatles,” asked the husband. “Ringo Starr, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Ha-ree-sone,”...
Picture the setting, if you will. It’s late August, and a certain, medium-sized high-tech company is running an onsite day camp for the children of employees. The Little One is among the campers, and he’s the youngest of the bunch. Lunch starts early for the young campers, and their parents are asked to join them for the meal. I find myself sitting next to the...