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I confess: After 35 years of living as an observant woman, I am pretty mediocre and irregular at davening (prayer).

During my break, I check the news. It’s become an obsession, to check the news. We are at war. What is going on? How many rockets and missiles were fired at Israel today?

I painstakingly began to prepare. Nobody was going to stop me from fulfilling this holy mission.

Young men, with names from Russia, Ethiopia, the Bedouin desert, killed in defense of their homeland, by invaders moving through earthen tunnels

You don’t understand why we go to the bomb shelter. You’re too young. Too pure.

I couldn’t help wondering: what if the siren goes off while we’re on the way to the hospital, or during the birth?

Our hearts scatter with the sound of that siren, our minds go blank, adrenaline pumps through our blood, pushing us to run. Run fast.

Don’t underestimate how bright your light can be, how far it can shine.

It was an ordinary weekday. The rabbi stood at the lectern. The anguish and fear in the sanctuary was palpable.

A kind word, a smile and a laugh are healing not only to each of our own individual souls; they’re the best salve for our collective one as well.

Writing of empty tourist sites and eerie quiet in the midst of the bombing, a couple takes stock of the situation.

Wherever we go, and whatever we do, we need to be within 60 seconds of safety.

I thought, I hoped that maybe it had stopped, but I hear the sound again.The constant roar that won’t let me forget what’s going on. The constant roar that reminds me, “We are at war.” Yes, Israel is at war.