Cliquez ici pour la version française sous la photo Three months into this move, summer is already behind us. Halloween is approaching, and soon my phone will be filled with pictures of ghosts, spiders, pumpkins, and all the crazy decorations. This is one of my favorite events. It's so American, and it's a shame there's only one official day to celebrate it! I'm making progress on the practical front. I now know where to find proper croissants and French bakery treats, which

Cliquez ici pour la version française sous la photo As I empty box after box, I find myself thinking that we have way too much stuff. Especially when I unwrap Tupperware lids with no containers—the containers were given away before we left—or find that fan that only works on European voltage. I wonder how on earth they made it here. I must have gotten tired supervising the movers emptying drawers and cupboards! It was actually rather nice to live in a nearly empty home these

A selfie among Michelangelo’s angels. 🇫🇷 La version française suit la version anglaise. I took this photo at an immersive art exhibit. How often do I get to find myself surrounded by angels? Michelangelo’s, on top of that! So I took a selfie. Somehow, it felt fitting for this post about being new and immersed among New Yorkers. A few weeks ago, as I was entering a busy store in Manhattan, I held the door open for someone. Two other people quickly pushed their way through as

👉 Read Part 1 here: Part 1 The Rabbi Who Changed My Israeli Life After my in-laws finished explaining the situation, the rabbi turned to me with a discreet and gentle smile. “Is it true?” he asked. “Everything they’ve just said — is it correct? Do you truly want to convert?” I nodded yes. He did not ask why. Instead, he moved on to more casual questions. He asked where I was from, whether this was my first time in Israel, where I was studying the language, and how I had met

Every so often, life brings us someone who changes the direction of our lives. For me, in 1991, it was someone I had never imagined needing ever: a well-known, beloved North Tel Aviv rabbi. Though he has since passed away (z”l — may his memory be a blessing), I remember him with deep affection. I landed in Tel Aviv in November 1990, completely clueless about Judaism or the local attitude toward non-Jews. My husband, a very secular Israeli, was certain we would be fine as we w

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