Reflections

The past eight days I rode through South Africa on a jeep with my wife and another couple who have heard, held and hugged us the past year and a half since my son, Ariel z”l, completed his life by suicide. The rangers, aside from being wonderful people, were...

Thankfully, since the ceasefire has been put into place, the horrific phrase that took my breath away each time during the past two years – הותר לפרסום(Cleared for publication) is heard less these days. I realize that this is of little solace for the families of...

Shock, pain, disbelief, stunned confusion and anger about how this could have possibly happened are thoughts many Israelis have had since the horrific surprise attack by Hamas terrorists that took place on the morning of October 7th. Initially, almost to the point...

In Megan Devine’s book entitled, “It’s OK that You’re Not OK,” she writes: “Here’s what I most want you to know: This really is as bad as you think. No matter what anyone else says, this sucks. What has happened cannot be made right. What is lost cannot be...

Mourning my dear son Ariel z”l on his fifth azkara twice within a month (the Hebrew date of his death was November 20th while tomorrow, December 17th, is the day that is seared in my memory) is just another example of the painful complexity of losing him to...

It’s time to talk about what everyone is afraid to say out loud. Suicide is still one of the biggest taboos in our society.  We prefer to whisper the word, hide the phenomenon, or simply look away and hope it will pass. But this silence comes at a heavy price...

Six days a week I’m constantly on the move.  On Shabbat,  I sit with my guys at Mitzpe Ariel. Six days a week I feel Ariel’s z”l absence. On Shabbat,  I sit at Mitzpe Ariel and feel his presence יהי זכרו...