Tikkun Olam

(Okay. I'm better. Sometimes it's good to vent. ) New topic: my new kallah ! I've had several requests to tell about my son's fiancee, so I will wax eloquent (hopefully you won't want me to wane . ) I had never made a shidduch in my life, though I did try once or twice with friends, but without success. Never did I think I would be a shadchanit for my own son. He is engaged to a lovely Yerushalmit, from a wonderful Sepharadi family (a real 'mixed-marriage', as we are Ashkenazim.) But (nyaah nyaah) I found her first! She came to the States for six months to broaden her horizons, improve her English and work for a while - for one of our acquaintences, a family who also davened at our Chabad. I met her first (she remembered where--I didn't; that's what you get with age...) at a friend's sukkah party a year ago Sukkot. We saw each other in shul, almost every Shabbat, and we talked. I was so excited to meet someone from Jerusalem, someone who spoke

I was torn whether or not to write this post. It is upsetting me, and I'm afraid it will upset others who don't want to hear anything negative about the State of Israel. However, I feel this great need to express what I experienced, to expose to others some facts of life in Israel, and flaws in our collective character, as Jews. Maybe, just maybe, if we all do our small part, and live according to the Torah (*see below), it will trigger change for the better... I am back 'home' with mixed feelings. I miss being in Israel, but I am happy to be home --one of the big problems in Israel was that I didn't have a 'home', rather I kept moving from place to place and living out of suitcases. Everywhere I went, especially when I stayed somewhere overnight, I carried a loaded backpack on my back and usually an extra huge shopping bag filled with clothes or personal items. I felt like the original bag lady! When I was in my sons' apt., I felt as if I was putting th

Shalom y'all (learned that from my Dallas days). Don't want you to worry--all three readers of you--my blog is not dead, just resting. That's life in Israel for you; so intense, there is not an extra moment to sit down at (somebody's) computer for hours and blog. So here is just a quick note to say that much has happened, including a could-have-been-seriouser car accident (car gone, people not Baruch Hashem ), son being discharged, getting engaged, husband visiting first time in 26 years-not necessarily in correct order-and youngest daughter getting her first tzav gius. I now have a return ticket to the USA, for what it's worth. As we say in Ivrit, le-da'avoni ha-rav. Will write more worth reading b'ezrat Hashem soon. Don't give up on me, y'hear?