Category Archives: Israel
Tonight is the beginning of Israel’s 64th birthday celebrations. All over the country people gather together in public parks to listen to music, dance a little, watch the fireworks and basically party. And tomorrow? Tomorrow the whole country heads outdoors for the national sport of Israel, barbecuing, or in other words, the art of mangal.
We get together with our friends in Ra’anana every year, and it can become a bit rowdy…
I am a classic second generation Holocaust survivor.
My third generation kids are unabashedly Jewish and unabashedly Israeli and I so wish my parents were around to see how I have raised my phoenixes out of the fires and ashes of the camps.
Most of the time I give you a recipe for something yummy, something nice you can do to feed yourself, your family, your friends and even your community. I’m not going to do that today. Today you are going to get something different, a recipe for a mitzvah, an act of human kindness, something you can do to help someone else.
Once again Ju-Boy and I packed our bags, made sure children and dog were safe and snug, made sure there was good music in the car, and escaped. We do this often, at least twice or three times a year. With both of us in the Chapter Two of our lives this is something that is not a treat, it is a necessity. Ju-Boy explains this very well: we each have baggage, and we each have packages. The baggage is the flotsam of our previous life without each other that we are still dealing with, sometimes on a daily basis. The packages are the jetsam that we have each brought into the marriage, children, philosophies and political beliefs. As happy as we are with our lives, sometimes we need to escape…
If you have ever been to Israel, whether you are Jewish or not, you have most probably visited the Kotel, the Western Wall. And whether it is your first time, or your 100th time, you probably every now and again leave a little note for God, stuffed in the cracks of the wall.