I'm in center city Jerusalem, where there are probably a dozen new and used bookstores that sell books in English within walking distanc...

There are so many fun things to do in Jerusalem this summer, but unfortunately no one seems to have assembled an easy to understand site of ...

Hi, everyone! So I haven't been blogging for several months. Here's why. Whenever my life takes a turn, I like to look at where ...

This is my favorite Passover story, one about a real miracle that happened in my mother's family when she was just a girl. I hope you l...

Purim is my favorite holiday. I love the costumes, reading the story of how Esther and Mordechai saved the Jewish people, the joy and n...

If you are one of my siblings or one of my cousins on my mother’s side, and I say that I’m about to tell you the story of Savtah Rivka, the...

Picture a young woman nineteen years old standing on the deck of a ship, sometime about 1900. She is on a journey to a land both strange an...

Memories are like dominoes, all in a line. One thing in the now pushes a single memory and sets it into action. That memory pushes another,...

My mother is on the left, here pictured with her mother and younger sisters. Judging by the age of her youngest sister in this photo, this...

My mother, Tova Hacohen Wachtfogel, at age 72 during a visit to the United States for my son's bar mitzvah A few weeks before my ...