Must-See Video

You have to watch this.

If any of my girls come up with something half as awesome as this arcade, I've succeeded in raising incredible free-thinking kids.


Caine's Arcade from Nirvan Mullick on Vimeo.


Hat-tip Kelly Hogaboom on Google+.



We're getting a new dishwasher installed and the landlord's handyman its joking with the girls.

Handyman: What!? Who do you think you are?

Thing 2: I...I...I...I am a girl who was named after the song the Israelites sang when they crossed the sea. That's who I am!

Handyman: Oh. I did not know that. I am so sorry.



Thing 2: Good thing my nose is stuffin' up.
Me: Why?
Thing 2 stage whispers: Gas stinks!
Then she lets loose with what we affectionately call a "butt burp".


A Wonderful Day


Aba and I stopped by The Cask to pick out wines for Pesah. We ended up with four reds of his choosing (I already have two bottles I now I love) and a semi-sweet white.

After that we went to LA Burger Bar for a pre-Pesah date. As we were leaving he opened the car door for me and two Israeli women who were eating on the patio started going on about how sweet Aba was for openning my door.

It made him blush!

Yep, I picked a good one.


Hair Today


Scarves, scarves and more scarves.

If we met in person, one of the first things you'd notice about me is my hair. Or haircovering. Its something that identifies me as an Orthodox Jew to the outside world and marks my closeness to G-d on a personal level.

On my mikveh (ritual bath) visit before getting married, the mikveh lady asked if I would be covering my hair. "I'm not sure. I haven't decided yet." I replied a little embarrassed to tell a woman in a wig that I didn't think so. "As long as you're thinking about it, it's good" she replied.

Time went on I moved from covering at the beit knesset (synagogue) to sometimes covering depending on where I was going. Slowly, as I spent more of my time in the Jewish world I began covering more and got to the point where I usually had a beret or soft hat on with my hair hanging out the bottom.

In December 2002 we went to Israel and as we drpve onto Jerusalem I finally made the commitment to cover fully. It was something that had been building for a long time, Seeing the rusted trucks that stood to remind us of what we as a people have gone through just pushed me over the edge.

It hasn't always been easy or comfortable. Do I feel frumpy sometimes? Yes. But I felt that way when I had a "bad hair day" so it isn't a new feeling. Do I feel out-of-place among non-Jewish or non-religious people? Yes, but perhaps the place I'm at is somewhere I shouldn't be; or someone will see me and a spark will be lit.

Covering connects me to generations of women who have maintained their Jewish-ness in times where it seems only crazy people could. Times of danger and times of hardship. Its a thread that connects me with my ancestors and will (G-d willing) connect me to my descendents. But what haircover connects me to the most? G-d.

I see covering as the great mitzvah I do solely for myself and G-d. Keeping kosher? I can't imagine not keeping kosher personally and running a kosher home so I think of that as a family commitment. Family purity? My husband is a partner there. Observing Shabbat? Again, a family affair. But my hair? It's all me. And it's something I'm proud of and love doing.