I was feeling grumpy as I struggled up the stairs to my office. And coming down the stairs was a therapist teaching an 8 year old boy how to go down stairs with his new prosthetic leg. Kinda hard to complain about your self-inflicted running injury when you see that.

For those who don’t know, I’ve just begun my third year of high school at Ulpnat Eyal BaRama, located in Moshav Nov in the Golan Heights. As you can imagine, I get asked quite a lot why I chose to go to a school that’s roughly 4-5 hours away from my home, in Neve Daniel, Gush […]

Last year, Hadar was brutally murdered 5 minutes from my home in Gush Etzion by a Palestinian terrorist. We’d like to build a music room at my school to honor her memory and we need your help. Every donation helps

Hey Stella’s Army,

I am posting this in hopes that someone will be able to help Esther get the cancer drugs she needs. I know her personally and she is a wonderful, kind neighbor, much loved by her/my community of Neve Daniel. Her post has gone viral and it should until she finds the medicine she needs.

I’ve been doing a lot of mountain biking lately. Usually, I find myself on beautiful, desolate trails and ride up into the hills as the sun sets. (Yes, it does get dark and that can lead to problems, but that’s for another post.)

Hello.

It’s been a long time since I posted.

But it’s time.

Long before this blog became a chronicle of our struggle with cancer, it was a place where I could make observations about the wonderful insanity that characterizes the amazing country where I chose to move. It was also the place to write about all the wonderful adventures I embarked on — from running ultra-marathons to crazy mountain bike rides.

As Rosh Hashanah approached, I was nervous. All I could think about were the holidays 2 years previously. Back then, when we reached Unatane Tokef, I practically ripped myself in two. After all, the prayer is quite clear — between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, our fate is sealed. Whether we live or die is […]

This post is about a few of those songs. You know the ones I mean. The ones that reach deep inside you and connect with your soul. You hear the first few notes, and you feel yourself welling up with tears. Or maybe the smile starts to form at the corners of your mouth before […]

This is not a post about Stella or me or running, or biking.
It’s about my daughter Rivka and my wife Gilly — doing something really neat and important.

The unthinkable can and does happen. The unthinkable. The unimaginable. The pain in your wife’s stomach that leads to the visit to the emergency room that leads to the call from the doctor saying one of the most feared words you can ever hear. Cancer. The next call that says the tests are done. There […]