The Chabadnik at the LGBTQ Pride Parade

The Chabadnik at the LGBTQ Pride Parade

Last night, Rabbi Shmuel Eliyahu, the Chief Rabbi of Tsfat, honored us neighborhood mothers with a special inspirational class. Here’s a taste of what he said: Once a man called me and said, “I am a Chabadnik, and I regularly set up a table in Tel Aviv for passersby to have the opportunity to perform […]

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That Summer I Became Frum

That Summer I Became Frum

Last night was the 8th-grade graduation of my fourth daughter, Moriah, which took place in the Neve Yerushalayim auditorium. I was feeling really emotional. Moriah is my 4th daughter to have attended that school, and my last. When we moved to our new neighborhood, I decided it would make more sense to send my 5th […]

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The Father I Saw Get Hit by a Car (4-Minute Mommy Peptalk)

The Father I Saw Get Hit by a Car (4-Minute Mommy Peptalk)

Why did Hashem want me to see that car accident? This past Thursday, at 7:50 in the morning, I was walking Yoni to gan when suddenly I heard a crash and then yelling. Then I saw a young man lying in the middle of the street, in front of a car. I walked over to […]

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The Lost Boy at the Amusement Park

The Lost Boy at the Amusement Park

Yesterday, on the mothers-sons trip to the mini-amusement park, I was talking with three other mothers beside the bouncy castle while our 4-year-old sons jumped and played inside. When it was time for us to get going for the group’s pre-bus popsicle, one of the little boys ran up to me with a face full […]

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The 35-Year-Old Bride Became a Mother of 5

The 35-Year-Old Bride Became a Mother of 5

This morning I traveled with my four-year-old Yoni on an end-of-year mothers-sons trip to an amusement park near Jerusalem. While I’ve been kicking and screaming for weeks about how I didn’t want to give up a day to do this, in the end (after I discovered that none of my older daughters would be available […]

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Why I Get Stressed Out at the Dentist (Clue: It’s Not What You Think)

Why I Get Stressed Out at the Dentist (Clue: It’s Not What You Think)

Sitting in my dentist’s chair yesterday, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. And not because I share the wide-spread fear of dentists. I’m not afraid of dentists, I suspect because I have what I think of fondly as dental “yichus.” While, to the best of my knowledge, there were no great rabbis in […]

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