Two Weeks in December
I dropped Ima of at the San Francisco air port at 17:40. There wasn’t a lot of time to say goodbye because I had to make it back to the ‘World of Music’ to pick up Osmo from his guitar … Continue reading
I dropped Ima of at the San Francisco air port at 17:40. There wasn’t a lot of time to say goodbye because I had to make it back to the ‘World of Music’ to pick up Osmo from his guitar … Continue reading
Rehabilitating the culturally derailed is as delicate a task. It is a slow and painful process, which requires patience and compassion of the highest order, testing determination and faith as one faces heart-breaking defeats, which overshadow what little progress is … Continue reading
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View photos North and South America are connected by a thin trunk of land which was severed by the Panama Canal, The Columbians make cocaine, and Nicaraguans help move it North. Lore has it that late arriving smugglers have been … Continue reading
The events described herein span the period from May to September 2005. Not everything that happened is included, but what is included did happen. Yeela was discharged from the IDF after two and a half year of service and came … Continue reading
In the photograph, two very young girls are sitting next to each other on a sofa. One is going on four and the other a toddler less than two years of age. The older one, while sucking on her milk … Continue reading
Full media coverage Daniel was born a few weeks after Yeela’s spelling test. Very few families remember a spelling test that took place thirteen years prior. We remember because it was the first and last time that I ‘helped’ Yeela … Continue reading
Showing sentiment towards the opposite sex is a challenge for eleven years old boys. At such an age one is expected to prefer one’s masculine clan and shun girls without remorse. Relations between the sexes at this age is a … Continue reading
He was born in Jerusalem and lived in the city all his life. As a teenager he fought in the independence war the city’s life and death struggle with the Jordanian Legion. The legion dealt the Jewish defenders of the … Continue reading
My shift with my baby daughter, Ye-ela, started every day at 2:30 PM. Ima (mom) and I had decided that we would raise her without the help of babysitters until she was old enough to talk. The daily passing of … Continue reading
Ten years ago, a little girl (I think) walked into Mrs. Huang’s studio draped in a baggy green shirt and baggy pants to go with it. After being told to spit out her gum, she sat down to play, nothing … Continue reading
With spring upon us the time was right to ‘make some changes’. Not that I could ever understand why this has to happen every spring, (‘we changed that sofa last spring’) but that’s just the way it is. This year … Continue reading
It’s 12:24 AM. I am in Yeela’s room staring at the energies coming from the bend in the road. Doing exactly what the Ma-asah-lee ordered and listening to the mixer in the kitchen. To the novice reader this seems like … Continue reading
It’s not that we didn’t know it was coming. In fact we knew about it twelve years in advance, yet somehow there was some apprehension in the air. Some weird stressful feeling that does not usually accompany birthdays. Perhaps it … Continue reading
Remember the closing comments from the previous letter: There is a purpose for everything in life. I was connected (to the Internet), Ima was connected, Tal was connected Osmo or Tintin were connected and you will soon be connected. We’ll … Continue reading
The past two weeks have been all about getting Ima back on her feet so that she can take care of all of us. As you know your leaving the house was hard on everyone. You consolidated your assets into … Continue reading
The summer vacation began right after Gallia had undergone a disk fusion operation. Yeela graduated from high school, completing a three-year program and flew with British Airways to Israel a day later, her suitcase was damaged, she didn’t get a … Continue reading