Roni Moses was born and raised to Israeli parents on Long Island, NY, but moved to Israel at 14. Despite not being able to stomach hummus, she considers herself Israeli and is proud of her service in the IDF (Israel Defense Force). She graduated from the Technion (Israel Institute of Technology) where (aside from changing majors multiple times), she fell in love with the multicultural city of Haifa and met her husband, Guy. Roni spent the last seven years as a software Product Manager, but is currently recalculating her route and trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. She and Guy currently live in Haifa with their cat and are expecting their first daughter this Passover.
Summer after summer, Tel Aviv’s beaches and nightlife are a mecca to the worldwide LGBT community. It’s no surprise, considering Tel Aviv is one of the most gay friendly cities in the world—and…of course, it doesn’t hurt that there’s a whole lotta sun. LGBT rights in Israel are the most advanced in the Middle East and one of the most advanced in Asia. And yet, last week, the Israeli Government told the Supreme Court that it "remains opposed to allowing same-sex couples to adopt in the country,… >> Read More
Haifa 3D, a nonprofit organization in Israel, founded by Yacov Malinovich and Yoav Medan, originally started as a maker studio. In 2015, they changed their focus and started printing prosthetic hands…when one of Yacov’s students, a doctor, opened him up to the idea. The group joined the global E-NABLE movement which uses modern 3D printers and open source files of hand designs to print these prosthetics. While the original hand designs used by E-NABLE have certain minimal functional requirements of the prosthetics wearer, the Haifa… >> Read More
For nine months, she grew within my body. She came into this world small, helpless, and still dependent on me. The nurse put her on my chest to breastfeed, she immediately latched on as if she knew…what she needed to do. Luckily, my body produces enough milk to enable me to breastfeed exclusively. Since her birth, over eight weeks ago, she and I haven’t parted. While I love her with every bone in my body, I’d be lying if I said it was easy. Between breastfeeding on demand (around the clock),… >> Read More
A medal hangs over my vanity mirror. As it catches the light from above, it's clear that the cheap plastic is gaudy.
While it’s only a participation medal, this piece of plastic is a constant…reminder of my transformation. For two years, I learned how to accept (and sometimes even love) my body. Plenty has been written about the way society dictates that women should be tall and thin in order to fit into today’s definition of attractive. As early as my preteen years, I was constantly on a diet--and… >> Read More
I glance at my watch, but the motion is meaningless as my mind doesn’t even bother to register what time it is. Time has lost most of its meaning since I became a mom four weeks (or is it five…already?) ago. My obsessive nature is a real stickler for schedules and promptness. Is. Was. I feel out of control as my days are dictated by my baby, and are about as random as rolling dice. During my pregnancy, it seemed like many of my friends who were already mothers were advocates for Tracy Hogg’s… >> Read More
Years ago, while reading Judy Blume’s “Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret,” I waited for my period to arrive so that I could enter womanhood. A few dozen periods later, I began to realize…that menstruation, the accompanying hormonal fluctuations, cramping, and PMS were not as glorious as Margaret and I imagined it to be. Over the following years, my period would be a reminder that I was a fertile, yet unpregnant woman. After marriage, it would become the disappointing end to another month of trying to conceive. Eventually,… >> Read More
Friends and family come over every few days since I’ve given birth less than a month ago. It’s nice to have them here, especially when they come bearing food. As I grind freshly roasted coffee…beans, I enjoy hearing them tell me how I look wonderful—healthy and happy—so soon after the birth. The scent of fresh baking chocolate chip cookies fills our apartment (OK, I cheated—I’m using frozen cookie dough I prepared a while back) as I try to portray the perfect Stepford wife and mother. As the sun goes… >> Read More
“Count to 10,” my husband whispered to me under his breath. He turned to 5-and-a-half-year-old Adi* and pointed to two cards out of the 12 laid before us, and asked “What card completes this…set?” She poured over the cards as I reached 10, and continued to 20, before pointing out the third card in the set. I took the trio of cards and set them before me. We had just finished brunch with friends and were playing a game of “Set” with the kids. "Set" is a fast-paced,… >> Read More
After hearing wonderful stories about doula-assisted births from several friends and family members, we knew we wanted a doula with us during the birth of our first child. We were…heading towards the unknown—and despite all the reading and theoretical preparations, nothing could really prepare us for what the actual birth would be like. You were to be our compass and guide as we navigated uncharted waters. We took your birthing class. We met to discuss birth plans and expectations. I knew I wanted an… >> Read More
April 30th marks the eve of Yom Hazikaron, Israel’s Memorial Day for the Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism. Having made aliya at the age of 14, I remember my first Yom Hazikaron in Israel,…because I penned a letter (yes, email existed at the time, but there was still the thrill of snail mail) to a friend back in New York. As I described the two sirens, the ceremonies and the solemnness of the day, I looked at my mom to translate “Yom Hazikaron.” “It’s 'Memorial Day',” she said. But… >> Read More
All of a sudden, I heard angry knocks on our apartment door during the afternoon siesta hour. It was a weekday and I was at home, guiltlessly binge-watching TV in my pajamas. As the knocking sounded…urgent, I grabbed a robe and opened the door to see the neighbors’ eldest daughter, possibly 5 or 6 years old, banging on my door. Her father looked on at her from the stairwell. “I want our kite back,” she demanded. No "please," or explanation of any sort. Without waiting to be invited in and… >> Read More
Passover is just around the corner and we’ve been invited to multiple Seders. Now we just need to decide which one we want to go to. This is usually determined by an intricate look at the…interpersonal politics of where we were during Rosh Hashanah, who’s attending which Seder, and—my personal favorite—an in-depth analysis of who makes the better gefilte fish. Sometime in the early years after I finished university, I was invited to Passover Seder at my aunt’s house. Innocently, I asked if I should bring something. Dessert, parve. No… >> Read More
My father loved taking pictures. There are a few dozen albums with pictures of perfect Kodak moments documenting the highlights of my childhood years: Fifth birthday pony rides. Click. Posing with…Mickey and Minnie Mouse at Disneyland. Click. Middle school graduation. Click. Smiling faces, happy kids, images forever reminding us of these moments. As I grew older, I discovered a love for photography, and took over documenting my own life. Despite the digital age, I still print pictures, organize them in perfectly curated albums, documenting the… >> Read More
As I prepare for the birth of my first born, I feel extremely lucky to be giving birth in Israel, where the government offers paid maternity leave.
Until recently, working women who gave birth…were entitled to 14 weeks of paid leave at 100% of their salary with an additional 12 weeks of unpaid leave, during which their employer would be required to hold their position for them. Last Tuesday morning, the Knesset passed the Parental Leave Law extending maternity leave by another week, bringing it to a total… >> Read More
Four years ago, I was starting my second job out of university, a step up in my career, when my cousin encouraged me to read Sheryl Sandberg’s newly released “Lean In.” Several months earlier,…Marissa Mayer was hired as Yahoo’s CEO despite being seven months pregnant. In my own personal life, I was about to get married and I looked up to these women who, to me in my youthful state, seemed to have it all. I heeded Sheryl’s advice as I leaned into my new job as a… >> Read More
Two unfinished costumes sit on my cutting desk right now, reminding me that my husband’s office Purim party is growing near. It’s a 1920’s Gatsby-styled event and we’ve been asked to come in…period garb, so I’m sewing him a bootlegger inspired pinstripe vest—and I’ll be in a blue and gold flapper dress. But I have yet to hem, sew buttons, put on any finishing details, or give it the final press before they are ready to be worn (no pressure!). I have to say, there’s something fun and… >> Read More