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Hello Flam,

Are we OVER the Academy Awards? This is an official Mazal Tov to Chamster for getting into a psychology school, the Illinois School which is now Argosy. We're Berry Proud. (does anyone know where that came from, berry proud?)

Abs and I have been entertaining (not really) but enjoying having Avi here. He proves that the Cuban folk myth that if you want your child's hair to remain curly, you must not wash it. His hair remains nicely curled and we believe that his mother did indeed wash it when he was a kid. What in the world am I talking about? I had a family in therapy upset about a Cuban minhag of not washing a child's hair lest it become straight.

Just thought you should know in the interest of diversity.

Okay. We'll talk. Movies on YouTube to follow soon, but maybe not before Purim.

See some of you soon, A Freilichin Purim, Love, Mom

Just a couple of fun pics:

Hi guys,
I know I haven't done much in the way of blogging lately and I am sorry for being out of touch. I think it's because I stare at the computer for 8 eight hours straight every day and after that I pretty much don't even want to smell one until the next stretch. Such is life.

I AM doing lots of quality TV watching, though. That's going really well, and surprisingly my low tolerance for screens with flashing lights doesn't seem to apply. I know, you're all relieved.

In work news, my new site is finally up! If you haven't already, check it out at ronherman.com and then be sure to email and tell me how much you love me. I'm vulnerable right now, having exposed my work to millions of people for the first time ever.

The kids are great. Loving these ages. Yoni's great, if keeping late hours. He's happy about it at least.

I'll try to write more over the weekend. Love you all. Miss those of you who are extra far away.

Well, hello all. It's been some time since we talked. But that's a long trip, you know? Aba and I flew separately. I flew El Al, such a m'chaya, you get on and the pilot's speaking Hebrew, stumbling with the English when he deigns to translate (which isn't often) and you just KNOW he knows where he's going.

I was on a Christian tour trip and I think they thought me quite cute, asked questions like, where you from, who're you visiting, ever been to Is RAY el?, blah, blah. I tried to look like I was in prayer (had a book of tehillim in front of me) but that only made things worse. You read that from right to left or left to right. Down to up, I say. (nah)

But these are my people, the ones who made my research possible. My stop was in Toronto, only an hour away, but I didn't call Mozel. (Mom, Dad, Mozel Kanner, Julie's cousin, always used to call us when she stopped in at Ohare on her way to ski in Colorado).

Aba went British Air and since I haven't really had five minutes alone with him since we got here, I have no idea how that went. all i know is he ate well.

Sim looks and acts just great, he's such a wonderful kid.

I've had a great time catching up with friends. I saw my two best friends in Yerushalayim, Ronda (am staying in her apartment a second night) and Riki Freudenstein. Ronda I already mentioned in an email, is doing well and lives right across from the Jerusalem theater, on the same block as the President of Israel. So the view and the neighborhood are amazing.

Riki has a son who was friends with Simcha when we lived here, so the six of us, Riki, her husband George, her son Shmuel, Mark, Me and Sim went out for dinner. It was really great.

I hadn't warned her that I was coming and was afraid to call her, thinking it a chutzpa just dropping back into her life like that, but she was thrilled. Here's why.

Just two days ago she had been cleaning her apartment and found a couple of birthday cards and a letter I had written to her over the years. She mentioned it to George, who, by the way, has retired at the ripe old age of 54 or 55.

George who said, Well, my great uncle (or someone, I'm making this part up a little) used to say (someone did say) that if you hear something or find something or something reminds you of someone you haven't seen in a very long time, well that means that you're going to see that person soon.

Two days later, yesterday, I called her. I said, "Hi Riki, it's Linda."

She looks at her caller I.D. and doesn't understand. In Israel the caller I.D. is an Israel cell phone number, not the one I gave all of you.

"Where!?#" she asks,

"In Yerushalayim."

"NO WAY!"

So it was pretty amazing catching up. She brought the cards with her. She works with victims of terror, finds help for them and gives them emotional support. It's all charity work. I'm trying to get her to write about it.

Tomorrow my niece (or your cousin) Miryam the Kalah will pick me up, since she goes to archetecture school at Betzalel, here in Yerush, and we'll go to Petach Tikva to spend the next few days with the Gorens. Hopefully Aba will meet me to help set up the engagement party tomorrow night. Then Friday we go to Hertzlia to spend Shabbas.

I still have to call Tootsie (she prefers Chaya). She lives no where close and it is a very big town, and I left her number in my suitcase at Leesa's. But I'll get to her.

Have a great Shabbas all, Love, Mom

Well, hello all. It's been some time since we talked. But that's a long trip, you know? Aba and I flew separately. I flew El Al, such a m'chaya, you get on and the pilot's speaking Hebrew, stumbling with the English when he deigns to translate (which isn't often) and you just KNOW he knows where he's going.

I was on a Christian tour trip and I think they thought me quite cute, asked questions like, where you from, who're you visiting, ever been to Is RAY el?, blah, blah. I tried to look like I was in prayer (had a book of tehillim in front of me) but that only made things worse. You read that from right to left or left to right. Down to up, I say. (nah)

But these are my people, the ones who made my research possible. My stop was in Toronto, only an hour away, but I didn't call Mozel. (Mom, Dad, Mozel Kanner, Julie's cousin, always used to call us when she stopped in at Ohare on her way to ski in Colorado).

Aba went British Air and since I haven't really had five minutes alone with him since we got here, I have no idea how that went. all i know is he ate well.

Sim looks and acts just great, he's such a wonderful kid.

I've had a great time catching up with friends. I saw my two best friends in Yerushalayim, Ronda (am staying in her apartment a second night) and Riki Freudenstein. Ronda I already mentioned in an email, is doing well and lives right across from the Jerusalem theater, on the same block as the President of Israel. So the view and the neighborhood are amazing.

Riki has a son who was friends with Simcha when we lived here, so the six of us, Riki, her husband George, her son Shmuel, Mark, Me and Sim went out for dinner. It was really great.

I hadn't warned her that I was coming and was afraid to call her, thinking it a chutzpa just dropping back into her life like that, but she was thrilled. Here's why.

Just two days ago she had been cleaning her apartment and found a couple of birthday cards and a letter I had written to her over the years. She mentioned it to George, who, by the way, has retired at the ripe old age of 54 or 55.

George who said, Well, my great uncle (or someone, I'm making this part up a little) used to say (someone did say) that if you hear something or find something or something reminds you of someone you haven't seen in a very long time, well that means that you're going to see that person soon.

Two days later, yesterday, I called her. I said, "Hi Riki, it's Linda."

She looks at her caller I.D. and doesn't understand. In Israel the caller I.D. is an Israel cell phone number, not the one I gave all of you.

"Where!?#" she asks,

"In Yerushalayim."

"NO WAY!"

So it was pretty amazing catching up. She brought the cards with her. She works with victims of terror, finds help for them and gives them emotional support. It's all charity work. I'm trying to get her to write about it.

Tomorrow my niece (or your cousin) Miryam the Kalah will pick me up, since she goes to archetecture school at Betzalel, here in Yerush, and we'll go to Petach Tikva to spend the next few days with the Gorens. Hopefully Aba will meet me to help set up the engagement party tomorrow night. Then Friday we go to Hertzlia to spend Shabbas.

I still have to call Tootsie (she prefers Chaya). She lives no where close and it is a very big town, and I left her number in my suitcase at Leesa's. But I'll get to her.

Have a great Shabbas all, Love, Mom

But it will take a full 11 minutes. And no fast forwarding.

... is when the final Harry Potter book comes out!
Woo hoo!