Aug 11 2014
Oh, Israel. What a month it’s been for you and me. I lost a lot of fans this month because of my love for you. But it’s OK. I love you more than popularity, even when you make me crazy. And even though I don’t always agree with Israeli policy, I’m still a Zionist.
With all that we have been through this past month, I truly, deeply, for the first time understood why Jews who previously hadn’t worn yarmulkes started wearing them in the United States after the Yom Kippur War in 1973, when an Arab Coalition led by Syria and Egypt attacked Israel on the holiest day of the Jewish year. As we had been for thousands of years, in 1973, Jews were being attacked simply for being.
In the middle of the conflicts in Israel and Gaza this month, and in the middle of the virulent attacks I was coming under on social media, I put on my Magen David–my Star of David necklace–and it strangely felt like putting on armor. It felt like a statement. Gold armor around my neck: the way I show that I am Jewish and that I am not afraid to be so. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 30 2014
1. I need to feel like I’m doing something.
2. No matter what your politics are, soldiers sent into war zones deserve to be protected from enemy fire.
3. Every soldier is someone’s son or daughter. Every single one.
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Jul 23 2014
When recovering from hand surgery as I am–or any surgery for that matter–you notice things. About yourself, your home, your kids, and your body. Because you have a lot of time to think.
Here’s the top seven things I noticed about myself this week:
1. Checking. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 18 2014
Besides the fact that I am recovering from major hand surgery, I am finding it difficult to write these days. I am using a dictation program as well as utilizing Fancy Assistant Brandon’s typing skills, so it’s not that I have no way to communicate with the outside world.
The problem is with Israel. It’s on my mind pretty much all of the time. When the three teenagers were kidnapped a month ago, it was on my mind. When they were found murdered and left in an open field, it was on my mind. When Jewish extremists burned a Palestinian teenager alive in retribution, it was on my mind.
What is also on my mind is the plight of the Palestinian people; the innocent people caught in the crossfire of Hamas, a military and political entity which calls for the explicit destruction of the state of Israel as part of their official charter. What is also on my mind are the hundreds of thousands of Jews and Arabs in Israel being shelled with rockets from every border. What is also on my mind is my family and my friends and their children and their grandchildren being ushered into bomb shelters when sirens blare. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 7 2014
I have been taking a social media break due to my surgery last week, but I have of course been following the news and have also seen a lot of the negative and anti-Israel comments on my page over the last weeks. I have decided to use my voice dictation program to dictate a brief post regarding the goings on in Israel.
In light of the discovery of the bodies of the three teenagers kidnapped on June 12, I posted here on Kveller about the unimaginable reality that the mothers of these teenagers must be experiencing. I expressed a desire for peace and I expressed sympathy for the plight of the Palestinian people. I do not believe that there is any excuse for kidnapping and murdering innocent teenagers under the guise of a political movement or any recognized government organization.
The news over the weekend that Jewish extremists burned a Palestinian teenager alive in retribution for the Israeli teens deaths makes me sick to my stomach. There is no excuse. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 1 2014
I took a social media break after the heartbreaking news came out yesterday of the gruesome discovery of the bodies of the three teenagers kidnapped in Israel, who were missing since June 12.
I don’t have a lot to say. I don’t understand politics. I don’t understand what it must be like to lose a child simply because they were coming home from school and someone decided it was a courageous and admirable political act to kidnap, murder them, and leave them in an open field.
I looked at my sons as they went to bed last night and I thought of the mothers who spent their lives tucking their boys in, and making them lunch, and bandaging cut knees, and holding them when they had their feelings hurt. I thought of their dreams for their sons to marry and become fathers and tuck their own children in. Heartbreak. That must be what it feels like to lose your son like this: like having your heart broken. Read the rest of this entry →
Jun 18 2014
I cried when Gilad Shalit was released after five years in captivity by Hamas. I posted pictures of him all over my dressing room door at “The Big Bang Theory.” The unimaginable impossibility of someone’s son being a prisoner for five years tore me up inside as a mother in a way few stories have since I became a mother. He ate schnitzel the first night home. The country sold out of schnitzel after they heard through the press that that was what Gilad ate for dinner. That’s Israel.
The kidnapping of three teenagers–not soldiers; teenagers–last week in Israel has been on my mind constantly. My posts about other things (“Blossom” reunions, or how cute my hairless cat is) should not detract from this ongoing crisis or its significance. It has been on my mind all of the time.
I have been weighing how to comment on it since it happened. There are so many haters of Israel on the internet and so many racists, to be quite honest, who send me disgusting hateful horrible things about what a horrible person I am because I am Jewish and believe in the right of the State of Israel to exist (also known as Zionism). I shouldn’t read those (or any!) comments, and it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. And I don’t want to start a fight on Facebook or allow a fight on my Facebook page about if Israel has the right to exist (it does and has to and always will) or if kidnapping innocent teenagers and holding them hostage is a political statement (um…it’s not; it’s terrorism). Read the rest of this entry →
Jan 9 2014
A very special #ThrowbackThursday: Here’s me and my cousin’s son when he was 5 and now, 15 or so years later, as an Israeli soldier. Sweet!
Jan 7 2014
After my initial time with my not religious family on the kibbutz, I spent the rest of my time on this trip with my religious family in the West Bank. Trying to avoid politics and religion with anyone in Israel is a challenge, and even moreso with my religious family! But we had a great time. Here are some highlights.
1. The Kotel
I always visit the Kotel (Western Wall) whenever I come to Israel. This time was very emotional. I thought it wouldn’t be, since my religious life and observance are in a constant state of emotional flux this past year or so and I didn’t know if I would feel “it,” whatever “it” is. Well, I felt it. It’s kind of indescribable, and it may come from so many people so devoted to one space and concept in space and time. The wall seems to throb with some sort of passion. It hums and it moans and it speaks to us. It’s the remnant of so much and the hope for so much. It’s a powerful place indeed. Read the rest of this entry →
Jan 2 2014
Well, my children have adjusted great to Israel. I, on the other hand, have adjusted about as well as my mother says I adjusted to daylight savings as a baby which is to say horribly. My “worst case scenario” for them for the first night actually became my own worst case scenario, with me sleeping only a few hours before darting awake, unable to sleep and armed with the energy to take a jog or make a cake, neither of which I can do in the kibbutz apartment I am in. My boys snored quietly and rhythmically in a cold room, warm under blankets and content in their dreamy homeland.
Leaving aside politics and religion (because that’s the best way to come to Israel: leaving those aside if you can), this is a rare beauty, this Israel thing. Read the rest of this entry →