Yom rishon, 17 Cheshvan 5769.
...You want to read everybody else's. Check out the "Mama Rachel Edition" of Haveil Havalim. Hosted this week by my friend and fellow obstacle-to-peace, West Bank Mama.
Lots of well-written stuff, by folks on the front lines of Jewish life in Israel, as well as some very nice stuff by people still stuck in Chu"l* who love us.
Until you can come and be here with us (and even after!), this is the best place to stay up-to-date with "the real scoop," IMHO.
Enjoy!
*BTW, if you are a writer (Rivkah, Shprintz, Mordechai, Josh, and the rest of you), and you haven't submitted anything to Haveil Havalim yet -- get with the program! This is a nice way to let people see your stuff. Why deprive the world of your wisdom?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Free for Soldiers

Yom shishi, 16 Cheshvan 5769.
I love living in a country that treats its soldiers this way.
Just seeing the sign makes me smile.
(The sign offers free internet surfing to the soldiers at the internet cafe in the Central Bus Station in Jerusalem.)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The B-More Backers Bring the Four-One-Oh* to Israel!
Yom revi'i, 14 Cheshvan 5769.
Back in Elul, we former Baltimoreans shared a sad memorial service for a very sweet kid named Chananya Backer, a"h. The boys wanted to do something to remember Chananya in a positive way.

Tonight, I can happily report that the Sports Guy and the Bookworm, two of our favorite 14-year-olds, received their team shirts. After the game, the good news was cell-phoned home: The B-More Backers are now two and oh! "Pizzeria Efrat" and "Your Moms Mistakes," notice is served: watch out. The field belongs to the Four-One-Oh!*
Chananya, your homies are doing okay. I think you'd be proud of the way they are becoming Israelis, with a Baltimore "ta'am."
#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%
*410 was the area code of Baltimore for some time, only recently joined by 443. "Bringing the four-one-oh" is some of the only teenager slang I have mastered, much to my sons' embarrassment.
Back in Elul, we former Baltimoreans shared a sad memorial service for a very sweet kid named Chananya Backer, a"h. The boys wanted to do something to remember Chananya in a positive way.
So when it came time to come up with a name for their American Football team, they decided to honor their friend, and their old home town. Thus, the "B-More Backers" were born.

Tonight, I can happily report that the Sports Guy and the Bookworm, two of our favorite 14-year-olds, received their team shirts. After the game, the good news was cell-phoned home: The B-More Backers are now two and oh! "Pizzeria Efrat" and "Your Moms Mistakes," notice is served: watch out. The field belongs to the Four-One-Oh!*
Chananya, your homies are doing okay. I think you'd be proud of the way they are becoming Israelis, with a Baltimore "ta'am."
#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%
*410 was the area code of Baltimore for some time, only recently joined by 443. "Bringing the four-one-oh" is some of the only teenager slang I have mastered, much to my sons' embarrassment.
Monday, November 10, 2008
A Soldier's Perspective
Yom shlishi, 13 Cheshvan 5769.
I was going to write about soldiers today; but Soldier Boy just wrote a very nice essay at Through Josh-Colored Glasses; so I think I'll just post his excellent work instead. As I've said before, a little nepotism is a good thing.
Enjoy. This mama will shep a little nachas.
I was going to write about soldiers today; but Soldier Boy just wrote a very nice essay at Through Josh-Colored Glasses; so I think I'll just post his excellent work instead. As I've said before, a little nepotism is a good thing.
Enjoy. This mama will shep a little nachas.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Strength in the Face of Despair
This post is a bit out of keeping with my usual style of writing, but I thought it important to remind people about why we do what we do.
I have heard talk.
People are afraid.
Politics in the states, potential wars, morality plummeting around the world, fear of the rising Islamic global terrorism, the sagging economy-the list is endless.
I heard a story about a man I know, a great man, who was afraid to bring children into the world. The sickness, the horror of it, kept him afraid of bringing more people to suffer into this world for the longest time, but his wife finally convinced him. He now has four great sons, may they only climb higher and bring honor to his name.
I heard a similar story that happened in Eygpt. A man there also refused to bring a child into the world, fearing the child's death, and he parted from his wife. A strong-willed daughter reunited them, and a son was born. That son was Moshe.
I am married, and I also had begun to feel this fear. Here I am, listening to all the sickness and rot of this world, and yet I am expected to bring another life into a world of death?
The answer to my question, of course, was my question. A highly Jewish concept.
We fear darkness, the evils from all around and seek a way to fix it, hide it, hide ourselves.
The answer is found in our children.
When Moshe was brought into this world, he came as a light into the darkness, dispelling night as a candle fills a room.
Each child born does run the risk. The path to darkness is easy. It is enticing. And the youth is drawn to it. The Pied Piper of comfort and money and depravity wears the shiniest coat, and plays the loudest music. And failing that, he does try to undercut the strong ones, the light ones.
But we must remember that each child we bring in could be another potential Moshe. Another potential candle. We must not despair, we must not falter. Dovid Hamelech speaks of the darkness surrounding him. But with perfect faith he stood up and fought the fear that came. We must battle the darkness. We must remember that the only way to defeat evil is to stand up and call it for what it is. We must never sacrifice our morals, even the smallest amount, because all darkness understands is power.
That power is our youth.
May G-d bless us with the ability to produce this light, to not be afraid to bring it forth, and to see the strength even a single candle can have. May the ultimate light come soon, and may we never need to fear anything again.
Posted by Hashke at 6:07 AM
I have heard talk.
People are afraid.
Politics in the states, potential wars, morality plummeting around the world, fear of the rising Islamic global terrorism, the sagging economy-the list is endless.
I heard a story about a man I know, a great man, who was afraid to bring children into the world. The sickness, the horror of it, kept him afraid of bringing more people to suffer into this world for the longest time, but his wife finally convinced him. He now has four great sons, may they only climb higher and bring honor to his name.
I heard a similar story that happened in Eygpt. A man there also refused to bring a child into the world, fearing the child's death, and he parted from his wife. A strong-willed daughter reunited them, and a son was born. That son was Moshe.
I am married, and I also had begun to feel this fear. Here I am, listening to all the sickness and rot of this world, and yet I am expected to bring another life into a world of death?
The answer to my question, of course, was my question. A highly Jewish concept.
We fear darkness, the evils from all around and seek a way to fix it, hide it, hide ourselves.
The answer is found in our children.
When Moshe was brought into this world, he came as a light into the darkness, dispelling night as a candle fills a room.
Each child born does run the risk. The path to darkness is easy. It is enticing. And the youth is drawn to it. The Pied Piper of comfort and money and depravity wears the shiniest coat, and plays the loudest music. And failing that, he does try to undercut the strong ones, the light ones.
But we must remember that each child we bring in could be another potential Moshe. Another potential candle. We must not despair, we must not falter. Dovid Hamelech speaks of the darkness surrounding him. But with perfect faith he stood up and fought the fear that came. We must battle the darkness. We must remember that the only way to defeat evil is to stand up and call it for what it is. We must never sacrifice our morals, even the smallest amount, because all darkness understands is power.
That power is our youth.
May G-d bless us with the ability to produce this light, to not be afraid to bring it forth, and to see the strength even a single candle can have. May the ultimate light come soon, and may we never need to fear anything again.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Come for Yourself
Yom shishi, 9 Cheshvan 5769.
There is a saying that if you are very happy in a place in Eretz Yisrael, it is because Avraham Avinu met your neshama in this place when he walked the Land.
There is a saying that if you are very happy in a place in Eretz Yisrael, it is because Avraham Avinu met your neshama in this place when he walked the Land.
Hashem said to Abram, "Go for yourself from your land, from your relatives, and from your father's house to the land that I will show you. And I will make of you a great nation; I will bless you, and make your name great, and you shall be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and him who curses you I will curse; and all the families of the earth shall bless themselves by you."
Come for yourself. Come for the world.
(Translation of verse from "Lech Lecha" from The Stone Edition of the Chumash)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
More Reasons to Live in Eretz Yisrael
Yom revi'i, 7 Cheshvan 5769.
(To my Israeli readers: Don't forget to add "tal u'matar" today!) 
Many of our holy sites, accessible and surrounded by great beauty...
Kedusha, out in the open, seemingly everywhere...

A vending machine in Jerusalem's Central Bus Station for a little "light learning" on the trip...
It's okay to say Tehillim on the bus.
Throughout the year, preparations for our holy days are evident everywhere...

Where else does the head come with the gefilte fish for the Rosh Hashanah simanim, for example?

In a country that puts family first, it's not unusual for the kids to help out in the store at a surprisingly young age.
Where else do we Jews have our own army?
There are holy Jews all over this Land...
And Hashem Himself seems to come down to do the gardening.





Hashem made a beautiful world. But I can't imagine a better place fully to live as a Jew than this amazing Land He gave to us. May He grant that we should be permitted to weather the political storms, and to keep this precious inheritance. And may He bring all of our dear, holy sisters and brothers Home soon!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Haveil Havalim #189 Hits the Stands!
Yom rishon, 4 Cheshvan 5769.
[Sigh.]
I have a pretty good idea of when the nations and their media (and even our own, sadly) are going to give Israel and the Jewish people fair representation.
If you are a fan of Townhall.com, and wish there were a Jewish version, check out Haveil Havalim. The latest collection, "The Election Edition," is presented beautifully by Ben-Yehudah at Esser Agaroth.
Getting my commentary from the Jewish Blogosphere was a great way to wean myself from the misinformation of the MSM. Haveil Havalim is the best place to start.
[Sigh.]
I have a pretty good idea of when the nations and their media (and even our own, sadly) are going to give Israel and the Jewish people fair representation.

If you are a fan of Townhall.com, and wish there were a Jewish version, check out Haveil Havalim. The latest collection, "The Election Edition," is presented beautifully by Ben-Yehudah at Esser Agaroth.
Getting my commentary from the Jewish Blogosphere was a great way to wean myself from the misinformation of the MSM. Haveil Havalim is the best place to start.
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