When the Distinguished Rabbanit Saw the Spit Up

When the Distinguished Rabbanit Saw the Spit Up

Over the last few months, I’ve been feeling burnt out–with my kids, with the house. So I’ve been seeking out inspirational gung-ho mothers who can give me a JewishMOM boost. Yesterday, at a neighborhood class, I had the honor of meeting one such inspirational woman, Rabbanit Mazal Amar, the wife of Israel’s Sephardi Chief Rabbi. […]

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Chanukah z”l

Chanukah z”l

Chanukah died yesterday. Not the holiday, of course, but the person. Mr. Chanukah from down the block, beloved father, brother, and grandfather, was laid to rest this morning. May his memory be a blessing. But coming across his death notice this morning, exactly a week before we light the first Chanukah candle, got me thinking… […]

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Sarit’s IVF Miracle

Sarit’s IVF Miracle

Sarit’s 5-year-old son and mine are friends in kindergarten, so over the last few months we’ve become friends as well. Sarit’s a lovely person, an Israeli mother of 3. It didn’t occur to me that there is anything unusual about her and her family. Until today, when Sarit shared with me the amazing story of […]

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Remembering Chani Weinrott

Remembering Chani Weinrott

Thousands of us here in Israel shed a tear yesterday when we heard that Chani Weinrott had passed away. Over the course of the last 8 years she had become one of the most famous and beloved religious mothers in Israel, unfortunately her fame came from being, as she ironically described herself, a “celeb sartan”–a […]

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Jerusalem Thanksgiving

Jerusalem Thanksgiving

Last night, my head was spinning around so bad I felt, without exaggeration, like I was on a merry-go-round. When I woke up this morning (on the living room sofa, I didn’t want to risk falling over on the way upstairs to my bed) I was no longer on the merry-go-round, but I still felt […]

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My Tablecloth Soul Dance

My Tablecloth Soul Dance

Yesterday, at Devorah’s Dance Journey workshop, we did something unusual. Each of us took a clear plastic tablecloth and danced around with it–dancing, as Devora put it, “the story of our soul.” At first, you can imagine, I felt pretty silly, dancing around Devora’s living room with a plastic tablecloth. But as I looked deeply […]

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