Rachel Sharansky Danziger
The Times of Israel
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My city, my womb
Jerusalem, I thought once. Jerusalem, you will bury me. You will be my grave. But the words were more than a...... → Read More
Going on 71
The parties are over, and it's time to clean up. Street sweepers are removing coals and paper cups and forgotten...... → Read More
The fast day that makes me shiver
When I was a child, the 10th of Tevet didn't mean much to me. I often thought that had...... → Read More
The shin on my dreidel
I was 4-years-old, and I struggled to spin my dreidel just so. I was 8-years-old, and my newest dreidel cast...... → Read More
The simanim that I’ll serve
It rained tonight, and I walked out to breathe the changing air. The heat lost its edge, somehow. The temperature...... → Read More
The state of becoming
“The city used to die in the summer,” says Will. We’re crossing the street, and Will is walking sideways, his...... → Read More
Our tree in Israel
"I don't want to go to Boston," huffed my son the other day -- the same son who spent...... → Read More
Here to stay
Here in Jerusalem, I know where I am. I lay in the sun today, waiting for its heat to chase away tension...... → Read More
Watching Comey’s Testimony With My Kids Made Me Realize This
“What are you watching, Ima? Why is it interesting?” My 7-year-old son leaned over my shoulder. “It’s something that’s happening right now in America and it’s important because…” my voice tra… → Read More
The Day I Finally Blew Up At Unsolicited Parenting Advice
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of small children must be in want of advice. “Excuse me,” said the older lady from across the aisle, “This hat is bothering him.” … → Read More
The Day I Finally Blew Up At Unsolicited Parenting Advice –
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a person in possession of small children must be in want of advice. “Excuse me,” said the older lady from across the aisle, “This hat is bothering him.” I nodded at her with a forced smile before focusing, once again, on my wailing son. “I know you wanted … → Read More
The Phrase I Repeat When Motherhood Feels Impossibly Hard
I’m lying in the recovery room, hours after my C-section. My baby is far away, in a different ward altogether, and I want him. “But your hemoglobin-” “But your dizziness-… → Read More
Five Things Not To Expect When You’re Expecting
“You know,” my friend told me, “I recently realized that I’ve been making it harder than necessary for myself.” My friend’s newborn baby slept in her arms. Her toddler ran around with my children, … → Read More
How we celebrate victory
We won. (In 1967, I mean). And I can't express how grateful I am that we did. Our enemies were not shy...... → Read More
The Jewish Holiday With a Surprising Lesson About Independence
When I was a child, Lag B’omer was one of my favorite holidays. We started preparing for the bonfire we had weeks in advance. My sister and I would head out on longer and longer scavenging st… → Read More
‘Na na banana’ in the Pantheon
Sometimes, you encounter Jerusalem in absentia. It happened to me once. I was walking through the Pantheon in Rome. The ceiling curved above me, the gilded walls loomed all around me, and I knew that I was supposed to look up at that marvel of Roman architecture, and feel awed. But I didn’t feel awe. I didn’t feel admiration. I looked at that beautiful building, and laughed. The emperor who… → Read More
Why I Will Honor My Mom in a Different Way This Year
“I don’t really get Mother’s Day,” I told a friend. “It’s not as if a card or a flower can capture our gratitude and love–especially not when they’re prescribed!” “You’re taking it too seriously,” … → Read More
7 Life Hacks for the Enterprising Toddler
“I think I finally got parenthood down,” I told my sister. We were reclining on the ground in the park, not unlike the stray cats that were napping in the sunlight up the hill. My son’s small feet … → Read More
It’s Not Always Easy Raising My Son in Jerusalem
“Oooh, Ima what’s this street called? And what’s that machine over there? And why are these women dressed all in black?” I smiled apologetically at the two young nuns sitting next to us on the ligh… → Read More
It’s Not Always Easy Raising My Son in Jerusalem
“Oooh, Ima what’s this street called? And what’s that machine over there? And why are these women dressed all in black?” I smiled apologetically at the two young nuns sitting next to us on the ligh… → Read More