To Feed an Army

For millennia wives and mothers have followed armies to insure that the soldiers were fed. I remember studying the American Revolution with my children and learning how each state’s regiments were sent bushels and baskets of food from home…. especially during the long winter at Valley Forge. Some regiments feasted regularly. Most had only the most meager of supplies.

In the IDF, when they are not in the field, the soldiers are fed institutionally in dining rooms. My husband and I volunteer on a base once a week and are served breakfast and lunch with the soldiers. All is strictly Kosher with separate dairy kitchens for breakfast food preparation and clean-up. And a separate meat kitchen for lunches and some dinners. Blue plates and cups are dairy; red is used for meat consumption.

In the morning a typical breakfast consists of hard boiled eggs, bread and jam; a cup of yogurt, sour cream (skee or labeneh). There is ALWAYS a plate of chopped cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions, an Israeli staple. On good days, there is shakshuka, a delicious spiced tomato sauce dish with eggs on top. Plus there are vanilla and chocolate pudding cups.

The lunches always feature a hot soup in the fall/winter. Plates of pickled vegetables, olives,cold beets, and cucumber and tomato salad are always on the table. We are served a meat (baked chicken, schnitzel, beef stew, kabob…. a ground beef patty with spices,) and a starch – pasta, rice or roasted potatoes. A piece of fresh fruit for dessert balances the meal.

Two years ago, Pesach, I was called by Bonnie Rosenbaum from the Lone Soldier Center in honor of Michael Levin. Would I be able to prepare seven extra Passover meals for soldiers at a Northern outpost? The challenge was on and I made bento box style dinners for a Seder complete with the elements for the Seder as well as gefilte fish, charoset, brisket, potato roses and cartons of matzah crack and matzah granola for treats. Each bento box had a Haggadah, candles and a bottle of grape juice. It was such an honor and so much fun!

Last year for Thanksgiving, we hosted 17 Lone Soldiers from the States serving a complete basari meal of turkey (special ordered a month in advance), stuffing, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie and all the trimmings.

Each Chanukah I make treat bags filled with Chanukah cookies, sweets and local cafe gift cards to distribute to the troops in gratitude for their service. It makes for a fun outing, and the kids are always so appreciative.

So, this year for our son’s birthday, we decided to do something really special. We had heard about parents bringing dinners to the kids on base. Max has quite a few Lone Soldiers in his unit. Kids who come here alone to serve in the IDF. From the US, UK, Mexico, France, South Africa, all over. Being summer, I thought what could be better than an all-American style barbecue??? We grilled chicken and tri-tip(asado here), made baked beans, roasted corn on the cob, potato salad, peanut cole slaw, watermelon, and chocolate cake.

Little did we know, but as a birthday present, Max’s commander gave him the day off. Only in Israel! I love it!!! So he came home, showered and changed into his civvies, and we took a truckload of food up to the picnic area just outside his base. It was great meeting all his friends again. A couple of his army friends on leave also showed up in their street clothes. Those who could leave for an hour, joined us from their jobs on base. We took our dachshund pup, which the kids loved as well. All of the soldiers we’ve met from his unit have been the sweetest kids.

Since then, I’ve talked with several parents of chayalim who shared great personal experiences taking food to the troops. One group of moms alternate taking a beautifully prepared Shabbat dinner to their sons’ brigade every three weeks. There are groups of parents who make big barbecues for Yom HaAtzmaut, Israeli Independence Day. I found out one mom put together a whole cupcake party for her daughter’s all-female unit. They loved it!

Some other stories are more exciting. During Operation Protective Edge, the war with Gaza, four years ago, not only parents, but civilians came out in droves to bring hamburgers, falafel, pizzas and treats to the troops nearest the action. People were risking their own personal safety as rockets were being fired continuously into Southern Israel, to keep the soldiers well-fed. Grandmas and Grandpas were out with huge trays of food on the side of the road as close as they could get to soldiers returning from the front.

A company was started by. Mordechai Beasley called Pizza 2 Give. Their mission statement is:

“I.D.F soldiers work night and day protecting Israel’s border. Meanwhile restaurants in border areas suffer. Through “Pizza 2 Give” you can put a smile on soldier’s face, and help a small business owner at the same time.

You can make a difference!”

I just love this concept! They can be reached at That way you can be anywhere in the world and be able to send fresh, hot pizzas to the troops- all Kosher too!

And I understand there are bakers here in Israel that make special birthday cakes which can be delivered to the base.

But my favorite story of all has to be this one, the story of two brothers serving during Operation Cast Lead in Gaza 2008-2009. The oldest brother was boots-on-the-ground fighting with his unit to prevent terrorist infiltration into the nearby Israeli communities. It was his birthday. The younger brother was working in logistics. His job was to receive the requirements of each individual fighting unit; compile a single brigade ‘shopping list;’ draw the materials from the warehouses and have them sent to the front lines. On the appropriate day, the younger brother convinced the army cooks to make a special cake for his older brother. It was packed in together with the helmets, ammunition and other supplies ordered – a grand birthday surprise indeed!

So, we will continue to help out in any small way we can. I brought cereal and marshmallows from the States to make Rice Crispy treats, a treat you just can’t get here. We’ll do more cook-outs at the picnic area adjacent to my son’s base. And we’ll bring games: Set, Catan, SpyFight & Uno. And the dog. And music. It’s a great way to thank these kids, give them a break and support, and in some instances, a small taste of home. Besides, Thursday nights dinners on base are notoriously awful!!!!

The Land of Silk & Honey

Last week my friend and I decided it was a great day to “make a tiyuul,” as we say here in Israel. In America it would translate to “go on a field trip.” I had been wanting to go to the Marzipan factory/store/museum in Kfar Tavor for three years, so…. we planned an entire trip with activities in that area.

Kfar Tavor is a small, but growing (what isn’t here??) village about an hour southeast of us at the foot of Har Tavor (hahr tahVOOR) or as it’s pronounced in English, Mount Tabor. The area is steeped in history. For the Jewish people, Har Tavor in the book of Judges (Mishpatim), is the mountaintop where Deborah and Barak planned the victory over the Canaanite general, Sisera. It was in the times before the Davidic kingdom was established, and this mother in Israel bravely led and advised General Barak. She was a prophet and a judge. Great role model too!

For Christians, in the Gospel accounts, Mount Tabor was the site of the transfiguration of Jesus in front of his disciples into a glorious form. It was during the feast of Sukkot (tabernacles), so his followers wanted to build Sukkot for him, Moses, and Elijah who also appeared with Jesus in a glorious cloud. Today there is a Roman Catholic (Franciscan) Church and a Greek Orthodox Church atop the mountain. It is a pilgrimage site for all faiths with sweeping vistas for miles in all directions- a beautiful and tranquil spot.

But today, we were staying at the foot of Tavor. As one more interesting historical note, the Rothschild family were great philanthropists, funding much of the modern Palestine pioneer movement. Dorothy Rothschild sent money and aid to Kfar Tavor in the early 1900s for agricultural advancement…..her Hebrew name was ….. wait for it….. Devorah! And!!! In Hebrew devorah means “bee.”

Which in a circuitous way, brings us to our first stop of the day. A most unexpectedly wonderful surprise!!!

Dvorat HaTavor Honey Farm/Bee Farm

My friend, Hadassah, and I arrived unannounced, but were greeted by our most gracious Israeli host, Yigal ben Ze’ev. What an amazing, hospitable and entertaining man!!! Yigal first gave us a tour of the farm/farm animals and petting zoo. They have not only typical farm animals but poultry from around the world.

We next went to one of the indoor educational areas, where Ze’ev explained the life cycle of the honeybee; how honey is processed; and the different products obtained from bees and their practical applications – from food to pollen to beeswax. It is a great place for all ages. Little kids are given bee costumes to wear and keep; honey and carob are mixed to create a delicious fudge; and each person gets a wick and fresh sheet of beeswax to make a candle. For me, a former homeschooler, it was paradise! I learned that propolis is used for its antibiotic properties and royal jelly in hormone therapy as well as cosmetics. Bees are widely used in natural pollination here with Biobee, a leader in organic insect technology around the globe, located just a few kilometers to the South.

After our lesson, we were escorted to the next station, where Mr. ben Ze’ev demonstrated how smoke in a canister was used to put the bees into a more dormant phase in order to extract the honey from the hives. He suited up in his beekeeper suit and led us into a caged in area from where we could watch him collect the honey in the apiary. Supposedly, in the time of Abraham, donkey dung was mixed with acacia wood chips to put the bees to sleep. Who knew???

We also learned the history of beekeeping from ancient to modern times, seeing different hives from logs to ceramic bee jars to skeps and modern plastic stackable hives.

The next stop on our journey was the silkworm farm. Actually, worms is a misnomer. They are actually a caterpillar, and their use in silk production has a rich history. Israel was a major stop on the silk route, as mulberry trees grow here. The caterpillars feed exclusively on the mulberry leaves. (By the way, the delicious mulberries were ripe for picking in the courtyard. Here in Israel they are called toot etz, or tree strawberries).

In another large indoor educational center, Hadassah and I learned about the lifecycle of the silk caterpillar and the history of the silk industry. There was a short film, great displays on cocoons, silk extraction ( the cocoon left behind by the newly emerged moth is collected, boiled, and silk threads extracted), weaving, fashion, and more hands-on arts and crafts activities. At each station we received lovely handouts in both Hebrew and English.

At Dvorat HaTavor, there is ample shaded area with lots of picnic tables. Great for families, classrooms, birthday and Bar Mitzvah parties. Bring your own food. Clean, well-appointed restrooms were a plus. Tractor rides around the farm are available with advance reservations for minimum ten people.

In the gift shop, we met The delightful Malka Ben Ze’ev, Yigal’s wife. She is the Queen Bee here ( in Hebrew Malka translates into queen). The store was small but well stocked. I bought a bottle of mead (honey wine) for my son…made on the premises), honey lip balm and two jars of bee pollen, which I might add is really helping me combat my allergies!!! There were all kinds of cosmetics, candles, honey, books, toys, and cookbooks.

Hadassah and I spent about 2 1/2 hours there, but could have easily stayed longer! The place has been in operation for over 25 years. It is a family run industry. Their son, Boaz does Skyped lessons in English for classrooms around the world… book well in advance!

This was by far one of the best activities to date I’ve done here. Our hosts were super gracious and had great stories. The farm, located on Moshav Shadmot Dvora, on the outskirts of town, is open from 9-3 year round. Tours in Hebrew, English & Arabic. Reservations required. Tel. +972-4-6767459. They are on Facebook & Youtube

The rest of the day paled in comparison. In the immediate area are the Marzipan Museum ( just a room with modeled Marzipan storybook characters) and rather expensive gift shop with no service.

Har Tavor Winery is also across the way, and a pioneer museum on the main road. There is a lovely new shopping center right off the main road with several Kosher restaurants.

But don’t dare miss Dvorat HaTavor!!! Welcome to the Land of Silk and Honey!!

Summer Fun in Israel

After spending three months back in California welcoming two beautiful new grandbabies into the family, it was still wonderful to get home to the tranquility of the beautiful North of Israel.

Summer has come to Israel in all its glory. Schools are almost finished, and many cities have already started hosting their summer festivals. Lailot levanot- white nights are back. This means the cities are up all night turn by turn with food, wine, dance, art, cultural and historical street parties. Each city showing off its diverse cultural and regional specialty. Total fun!!!

So, last week we took the train with a group of friends down to Tel Aviv for the Eat Tel Aviv fair. Held in lovely Charles Clore Park bordering the Mediterranean at sunset, the setting couldn’t have been more perfect. There were scores of pop-up food stands serving up tasty dishes for reasonable prices. Tables were set up for the crowd to enjoy their food in a relaxed, casual atmosphere.

There were just so many options! Because Tel Aviv is our food capital, and because of the diversity of the population, there was everything from gourmet chef restaurants to street food. Lots of international food too. Kosher as well as non-Kosher were represented.

Our friend stopped off at Mexicana first so we could all sample her fresh fish tacos. They did not disappoint, ranking right up there with the tastiness of Southern California, served with chips & Pico de gallo. Ron decided to try Vong, a Vietnamese Restaurant on the chic Rothschild Boulevard, moderately priced and always packed.

He had an amazingly tasty cold salad topped with coconut, grilled fish and dill. It helped to know Hebrew, because almost all of the restaurant menus were written exclusively in Hebrew. But- it added to the adventure…

One of the chef restaurants featured was Magdalena (chef Zuzu) from Migdal in the Galilee. Not Kosher, but it looked interesting. Dough balls stuffed with spiced meat and covered in warm goat yogurt and a chicken kebab with a tomato based burgil.

I had heard about the seafood chef restaurant, Manta, for quite some time now. Right on the Tel Aviv beach, this pricey gem gets consistently rave reviews – so I was more than disappointed to see overly greasy fish and chips offered.

Hopping from booth to booth, I just wanted to see everything ( impossible in our time frame) and get pictures and comments from the people. Wildly popular Asian, Namu Namu was serving up fresh and tasty noodle bowls with fresh grilled veggies and papaya & mango chunks. Yum.

Eat Tel Aviv opened its gates (with very high security!!!! Assuring!!!) at 6pm. By 8 pm things were beginning to get hopping. Several local bands were playing on various stages, and a DJ was setting up for dancing later that evening. On to more food. More barbecue joints than I could even imagine in Israel! Chef Market looked interesting.

There was the Georgian (as in former Soviet Union) Tasch and Tasha serving up atcharuli (eggs baked with cheese and spinach in a pizza pocket; dumplings; and rice stuffed eggplant rolls. Really curious about the “hanging things” from a string, the man told me it was a very sweet delicacy. A dessert with grapes in the center. So…. I tried one. It was like eating a mouthful of the wax found on the outside of cheese with a chewy booger inside. No thanks!

Ah!!! HaTarnegol HaKahol!!! The Blue Rooster, a very pricey upscale Tel Aviv hotspot, ranking among the best in the world!!!! And who was there but Master Chef, Shaul Ben Aderet!!! Surely he would be cooking up something amazing!!! Wrong!!!! Instead of urban five star meats and veggies prepared in creative ways, it was street food. Pastrami sandwiches and brisket on baguettes with chimichurri. My husband tried it, and neither of us were thrilled. As far as I’m concerned it was a missed opportunity to show off iron chef brilliance-

Nitan Thai was there as well as Iceberg – my favorite artisanal ice cream shop in Israel. Instead of the inventive passionfuit, mango, banana or lavender rose or even sweet violet or espresso crunch, they were dishing out vanilla, kinder cookie, chocolate and other non-interesting scoops. So sad. Chef restaurants, Messa & Quatro (Italian) only offered gnocchi and fettuccini alfredo type selections.

But then I saw it!!

Texas BBQ! Butchery de Bariloche. Hmmmm- sounds intriguing. Smells heavenly. Generous portions of smoked barbecue brisket chunks, fries, pickles – and a Guinness! All for 45 shekels! That’s about 12 bucks American. Could it even come close to LA’s Wood Ranch or Chueys??? You bet!!! Succulent! Tender bits of perfectly smoked awesomeness!! So worth the 30 minute line. By this time, the park was packed, the lines incredibly long, but with ocean breezes, great tunes, great friends and food, it made for a perfect welcome home for us.

We Remember

Two years ago (April 23, 2016) I wrote a blog post on Yom ha Zikaron, the Israeli Memorial Day. Please read. America has a lot to learn from how Israel remembers its history and its fallen.

Tonight begins Memorial Day and Yom haAtzma’ut, Independence Day – this year Israel celebrates its 70th year as a nation recognized by the United Nations. Memorial Day begins the preceding evening with a two minute national siren calling the nation to attention for a day of mourning the fallen.

Throughout the day the music on the radio is soft and pensive. With many songs of prayers and sad songs of remembrances of national tragedy. The television stations broadcast ceremonies from the graveyards and stories of the lives of the victims and heroes. All day. Nothing else.

Israel also has another way of remembering its fallen sons and daughters, both of soldiers and victims of terror. Throughout the land, monuments are erected, both corporate and private. They can be found in city parks; along the ocean drive; in the middle of forests; standing solitary in the desert sands; and in larger cities.

A particularly beautiful memorial is the pair of angel wings at the foot of a soldier’s grave in Netanya.

In our city, I came across a large monument rather obscurely placed in a local park. It is pretty hidden from the road, in a place the soldier liked to frequent… in a lovely secluded park near a small hiking trail-

Others are incredibly thoughtful and meaningful. These are usually more private memorials set up by immediate family members and friends. Early this spring as I was walking home from a friend’s house, I discovered this tribute to a young man who had given his life for his country. It was in one of his favorite places, close to his home, with a beautiful view of the valley below. He has left this earth and has walked up the stairs and through the door to heaven- his dog can be seen at the door. It’s poignant, beautiful, thoughtful, and my favorite.

There are other ways Israel remembers her war dead and victims of terror on this day. People wear small bouquets of the red flowers, Blood of the Maccabees. The tiny blooms signifying drops of blood.

From the setting of the sun until an hour after sunset, IDF soldiers are selected to stand guard at the graves of fallen soldiers in the national cemeteries. This year, my son was one of those chosen for this high honor. Throughout the day, free transportation is offered to those wishing to visit the graves of their loved ones. It is one of the most solemn days of the year. Ceremonies are held, sirens blare through the country at 10 am. All cars stop on the roads. People get out and take a minute to say a prayer and remember. It is all quite surreal, something you never forget. The siren blares into your innermost soul…. and the world stands still.

It is the most incredibly moving experience!! The entire nation comes to a complete standstill for two minutes!

Israel will never forget the tremendous cost of its freedom- of being surrounded by enemies, of the victims of acts of terror, of what it means to be the only Democracy in the Middle East. And the evening it ends, she celebrates that independence – knowing full well it’s price.


The whole story started in earnest 7 years ago, when John, Max and I made our first trip to Israel the week following Max’s Bar Mitzvah. As a youth, I had dreamed of moving to Israel, but after I got married and started having children, the raging fire inside me had died out completely-or so I thought.

Visiting this amazing country, we felt a connection to the land and the people. The spark inside leapt into a flame and I had a burning desire to return.

Three years later, after a lot of soul searching, research and planning we sold our beautiful Southern California home, packed up our belongings and the adventure truly began!

We arrived the week before Passover, a quasi reenactment of the Exodus experience. After touching down in our new rented home in Karmi’el in the North, we headed for a week in Jerusalem. How apropos and glorious. The spring festivals were upon us, and it was a time of visiting old friends, making new ones, and intense bonding between my husband and 16 year old son. We were invited to a Pesach Seder by the most welcoming family, the Eisenberg’s- the best Passover experience for us to date. We toured the Old City, experiencing the sights, smells, history and traditions of our new home.

Returning to our new home in Karmi’el the true adventure -and hard work- began. Our city was lovely, well-planned, with a tight Anglo community that was open and ready to make us newcomers feel at home and integrated into the new land. Our neighbors, all native Israelis were friendly, hospitable, and more than ready to help us make the adjustments to an entirely new culture and language. For the first six months, we never once were without an invitation to a Friday night Shabbat dinner!!!

The last three years has been a time of intense growth. We’ve had wonderful times exploring our new land from the mountain trails and archeological sites of the Galilee region. We,be strolled along romantic Mediterranean beaches. Discovered new cities. Rode camels in the desert and snorkeled among the tropical fish in the Red Sea. Floated in the Dead Sea and stood under the waterfalls at Ein Gedi where David hid from King Saul.

It’s been fun eating different new foods from a wide variety of cultures. We’ve celebrated holidays and joyous celebrations- weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, IDF swearing-in services at the Kotel, national festivals; and days of remembrance, mourning and funerals.The sweet and the sad, both.

For the most part we’ve had wonderful experiences. I wondered if my teen son would acclimate. He’s made life long friends in his gap-year Mechinah program. He drafted into army service and surprised us his first Shabbat in the army in full uniform. An unforgettable memory.

None of us could have imagined the friends we’ve made from all cultures. True, caring, wonderful people we’d trust with our lives. Israel is a very, very connected place, we’ve found out. Hard to explain, but something I’ve never ever experienced before. Although rough on the outside at times, seemingly gruff at first, the Israeli will go out of his/her way to help his fellow Israeli. It is a true connectedness. A how can I help attitude? We’ve met the most remarkable people and made great friends.

In return, we’ve learned the art of hospitality. We’ve opened our home to visiting family, old friends and new ones. Sharing the beauty and history of our new home with pilgrims of different faiths, world adventurers, scholars, Lone Soldiers, or those needing a meal and a place to stay is new to us- but has been the most incredibly rewarding experience. I just wish people in America knew the true benefits and joys of hosting the way these people do. We’ve learned so much, have had so much unexpected fun, and have had our hearts enlarged.

It has not always been easy. In fact, this move has been the most difficult thing we’ve ever done. Leaving behind four daughters, friends, lifestyle and home was huge. Thank goodness for skype and other social media immediate connection with our loved ones is possible. We’ve made a lot of adjustments. Learning a new language at my age has been painful, but there were lots of resources from our five month Ulpan classes, ongoing survival Hebrew class, and all the people willing to help out. I learned that if you truly try with all your heart to integrate, people give you much more respect and kindness. And even though modern-day conversational Hebrew is very different than the Biblical/Liturgical Hebrew I grew up with- it’s added to my understanding of the latter.

Difficulties have included seemingly simple things now difficult like banking, understanding the utility bills and daily life…all in Hebrew(without the vowels!!) We’ve had to deal with the trauma of health issues, for me, hospitalization, surgery, treatments- everything in Hebrew! Conversion from the English to the metric system; the dollar to the shekel. But we’ve tried to have a sense of humor through the difficulties; a sense of adventure; and the attitude of “it’s an opportunity to learn and grow.”

An added benefit has been the ability to travel Europe…. airfares are much cheaper than flights from Los Angeles. And travel is something we always dreamed of!! Prague, Budapest, Amsterdam, Italy, France, Switzerland ,Scotland-

We’ve planted gardens, fed Israeli soldiers, volunteered with the army, and I started my own business. John has become a coach of several Little League baseball teams. All in all, it’s been a full life so far. We’re living the dream, as difficult and glorious as it’s been. And look forward to more to come! What a three years!!!

Galil Spring

In the weeks before my trip to the States, the long-awaited springtime was in full bloom in the North of Israel. We begin praying for much needed rain at the fall feast of Sukkot and continue with our daily petition for precipitation until Pesach.

G-d did not disappoint, as we had a series of ground drenching rains in March. The dried-out brown landscape, desolate for a season, sprang to life in the full splendor of nature. All of the Galilee was an Irish green, with flowers everywhere. We took full advantage of the mild weather, frequenting neighborhood parks and finding new trails to hike within a couple miles from our house.

Israel prides itself on well-marked well-kept nature trails. They are everywhere! And each neighborhood has a lovely park. We first moved to Israel three years ago- and the land was awash in fields of wildflowers as if to celebrate our arrival. I still love to pick big bouquets for a table and to put in cases all around the house.

Here, cyclamens I used to buy in California, grow wild in meadows and between rocks- beautiful reds, pinks, white and fuschia. The air is redolent with the scent of sages, wild broom, lavender and rosemary which grows everywhere. We have wild irises, daisies, lupine, Queen Anne’s lace, anemones, sweet peas, and countless other species.

It is not altogether uncommon to see whole families picnicking in an olive grove or citrus orchard. Couples share bottles of wine on blankets in the park. The gentle breezes and buzzing of the bees mix with chirping of birdsongs. Regional and national parks are full of hikers and this is the season to visit the country’s wildlife reserves and organic farms.

The Galil Spring is a time of mild temperatures and unsurpassed beauty. Despite the building frenzy prevalent up and down the coast and in the center of the country, our area is still widely open and uninhabited. It remains a favorite destination for those escaping the cities whether it’s hiking or rafting down the Jordan River, or just enjoying a meal alfresco in a local park. Nothing like Israel this time of year!

The Wait

Yet another unplanned post-

Living in Israel has been mostly positive. Of course everything has its ups and downs. Being separated from friends and families has been made tolerable due to modern technology: Skype, FaceTime, SMS, Email, the myriad social apps, and our favorites, Viber and WhatsApp that allow one to call or text anywhere in the world for free. We’ve also been host to a fair amount of pilgrims, adventurers and family wanting a home base as they tour our beautiful country. Keeping in touch has never been a problem.

The past week, though, we were thrown headfirst into a most dire and difficult situation that grew beyond our most distressing imaginations. I had bought my ticket back to California last December. With plenty of time before the birth of our first two grandchildren- one due late March, the other at the end of April. My husband was due to follow late April.

A week and a half ago, Tess messaged me photos she had taken of her legs, feet and hands. Swollen so large she could not wear shoes. Her blood pressure was elevated. She was feeling nauseous and dizzy. Despite my pleas to take off work, rest, hydrate, and go to the clinic, she went to work…. for most of the day until she could take it no longer.

That night, she and Michael made the trip to UCLA Medical Center, thank G-d, a top level hospital! As I had suspected, she had preeclampsia and her BP was sky high. After a small seizure, she was put on morphine, but her and the baby’s heartbeats and blood pressure plummeted so they gave her norepinephrine. They wanted to get the baby delivered, so pitocin was started along with a whole host of other meds. That’s when we got the phone call.

John and I were beside ourselves. Me, especially, since I was to be present at the delivery. We could only pray, wait, and give them our “attaboys.” The long night for us passed with no news. Finally, late morning, calls from older sister who was taking my place as L&D coach. Tessa was ready to push, but having a really hard time.

No word. We are on pins and needles, but praying. My strictness in observing the Sabbath without phone in hand had been thrown out the window hours ago. Three hours later. Finally!! There are problems. Baby stuck and they have to try to turn it manually. More pushing. We are praying now harder than ever, our pleas ascending to G-d from the Holy Land. Two more hours. No word.

At last, baby is born but not breathing. Rushed to NICU. Tessa in bad shape. They are working on both patients. So…. what can we do??? I’m dying that I’m so far away from my babies. I want to be there for my daughter, to comfort her, hold her. My dear husband reminds me that we can do the best for the both of them just by our prayers. So I text four really close friends to have them join me in intercession on Tessa and Quinn’s behalf.

For the next couple days, the news is not good. For either. We now have people davening and praying and fasting and offering up all over the world as the small group of four pass the intentions on to others. It is very comforting, but still… I have 2 days before my booked flight- and this is the first time I don’t want to be in Israel….

Finally news on our granddaughter- after blood transfusions, oxygen support and other numerous procedures- takes an upturn. We are praising HaShem and rejoicing for this miracle, for new life!!! We get pictures. Of the baby. Hooked up to machines. Various tubes and monitors. It takes me back to the days when I delivered my preemies without family support. But Mike and her three sisters have put their schedules asides and are taking turns round the clock staying with Tessa – and visiting the baby. I feel a little better.

Still, as I mother, I’m beside myself. John reminds me that if I were in another state, we’d be in the same boat. But I’m not!!! I’m a world away!!! Tess takes a huge turn for the worse and begins to hemorrhage. She receives several units packed red cells. We pray even harder. We pull out specific Scriptures reminding G-d of His promises. Tessa’s fever has spiked to 104.6F/40.5 C! More IV antibiotics. They can’t figure out the exact cause of the infection.

Her gallbladder goes. I’m scheduled to leave the next day. A 25 hour trip with layovers and travel times. She’s going into surgery. Surgery is delayed until they can control the bleeding… I contact a whole host of other friends for prayers. Please go straight to the Kotel. Put a petek in the wall and daven, daven, daven! I plead with my Jerusalem girlfriend.

Priests are praying at the Holy Sepulchre, the Mount of Olives, throughout the Galilee and around the world. Rabbis in Los Angeles are praying. Torah classes are studied in merit of mother and child.

Tessa’s lungs are building up fluid and she’s having trouble breathing on her own. Unresponsive to antibiotics. Women’s groups are dedicating their Tanya studies to Tess & “Malkah bat Tessa.” I’m pacing the balcony, praying, glued to the phone. Possible sepsis? Clots removed. Heparin. Lasix. Blood. Morphine.Echocardiograms. MRI. Chest X-ray. CT scans. I’m floating in medical jargon.

John says to have faith. Look at all the good that’s already coming from this. We’ve told seven people and now there are prayers all over the US, Israel, Canada, the U.K., Europe, Australia and even Africa. People of all faiths are turning to G-d and doing goods deeds on her behalf. That G-d is faithful and merciful and compassionate even when we don’t get immediate results.

We are being purged emotionally, drained spiritually, but our faith is still unfaltering. Think of the many close calls, the many miracles we’ve already witnessed in our lives. John goes off to coach his baseball team when I get the news. Liver is going south. Heart and BP irregularities. I leave in four hours- not soon enough. I just want to hold my daughter. Tell her how much I love her.

I send encouraging texts to her sisters. We’re strong women. She’ll pull through. Keep up the faith. Don’t stop praying. I send them photos from my book, Talking to G-d by Rabbi Naomi Levy ( highly recommended!!!!!!). John comes home and I plead with him to come with me on the next flight. He reassures me that our G-d is faithful. That faith is believing without seeing. Hoping beyond all hope. When I get there in a few hours, if needed, he’ll change his flight-

This was the only time I’ve been in Israel that I really wanted to be elsewhere. By this time, we were being flooded with emails, calls & messages from concerned folk. Hundreds of them. I needed time to de-pressurize. To cry quietly. To breathe. The flight proved the perfect opportunity. 18 hours of blank space. Time to pull myself together. Hope I’d be there “in time” crossed my mind a few times, but I quickly pushed it aside and opted to focus on the saving power of a merciful Creator. He could do this. We could only pray for wisdom for the doctors. As my husband had reminded me, ” This is completely out of our hands. We can do nothing. G-d is in charge. What good will worry do?” Now you know why I love this awesome man so much!

By the time I arrived at Tessa’s bedside, the bleeding was under control and six antibiotics were down to four. She was sitting up and lucid. Mike and my three other daughters were there. They hadn’t left her side in almost a week. I could breathe a sigh of relief – and give these exhausted kids a much needed break. I was there.

By the next day, IV lines were pulled and oxygen was lowered. The baby, still in NICU, was allowed to be brought down to see Mama. The worst was over and all would be well in the long run.

Last night we were surprised when the evening rounds were made and discharge orders were written up for both. Shocked, but elated!

Yes. Sometimes we go through pure hell. Sometimes things happen in life that are simply beyond our control. But we have a most awesome G-d who listens and is merciful, and if we let Him, He can bring tremendous good to a broken world.

I’ll spend the next few days helping the new family get settled- cooking, cleaning, shopping, running errands so they have time to bond. It will be a long, slow process for Tess- but she’s skied, parachuted out of airplanes, rapelled up the tallest mountain cliffs in Hawaii, New Zealand & the States. And more. She’s a strong, athletic woman. Then I’ll move on…

I’m eternally thankful to HaShem for His mercy towards us. How can I ever repay????? And to all those out there who prayed for us; who sent notes of encouragement….. see, our prayers were answered! Hallelujah! Thank you so much for your outpouring of love. Hugs and high fives to all.

I will be in Southern California through the end of May. My regularly scheduled posts on life in Israel will continue as usual, hopefully uninterrupted.