Our daughter will soon be seven-years-old; and this is only the second year that she's made any requests to us regarding birthday presents. Last year, for her 6th birthday, she asked us to gift her Disney princess dolls, which we ordered online. I wasn't entirely thrilled with that choice, but it was a totally reasonable… Continue reading Books for her 7th birthday
Our first-ever parent-teacher conference Last week, we had our first parent-teacher conference with our 1st grade daughter's teacher. It was uplifting. Her teacher told us that our child is wonderful that she wishes she had a classroom of thirty children just like her. To be entirely honest, we weren't surprised by her feedback, but it… Continue reading Poor advice from a 1st grade teacher
I'm totally boasting My daughter now reads pages of Pippi Longstocking in English (which my amazing mother brought her from the USA) that I have not yet read to her. And when I read to her from this book, she likes to take over and read parts of it herself - parts that she is… Continue reading My daughter’s English
A tricube best viewed on blog (not WP reader) I am most empowered in English. Считаю что русский тоже мой. | | | I feel that Russian is also mine. עברית, היא שייכת לעמי. | | | Hebrew, she belongs to my people. Tricube rules: Each line contains three syllables.Each stanza contains three lines.Each poem… Continue reading Languages, or: Identities
My undergraduate degree is in engineering, but, as I've written before, it was a mistake for me to pursue that path because my strengths have never been in the sciences, nor in mathematics. I should have listened to Papa at the age of eighteen when I was applying to universities; I should have pursued a… Continue reading Blogging without barriers
Last night and the night before I wanted to take some time to write, but I ended up falling asleep while putting my daughter to bed each time. For me, perhaps the most frustrating thing about Israel's current (2nd) pandemic-related lockdown is the diminished amount of time and space that I am left with for… Continue reading A fishy lockdown
I entered college in the Fall of '98. Back then, I was a secular Jew and very proud of my Jewish identity. Keeping Shabbat, kashrut, praying three times daily, etc. meant very little to me; I understood those Jewish traditions only vaguely. It so happened that my university had a very small Jewish population; and… Continue reading An Arab friend?