Andrea Simantov Andrea Simantov

Punditry. Or Not.

 

Because I’m Israeli-by-choice, some credit me with an insider’s view of events in this corner of the world.  I have no such credentials.  Still, my opinion was frequently sought during the American pre-election period and after the results were in, I was queried relentlessly about then President-elect Trump’s ambassadorial and ministerial choices. I read three… Read More »

Everything Old is New Again

 

Traditional Jews celebrate their new year at summer’s end but this year, as we well know, it arrived quite late, in early October. Please, however, don’t ever say this to my-husband-the-rabbi who sneers when I say things like that, retorting, “It isn’t late. It’s exactly on time. The way G-d designed it.” Ignoring him, I’d like… Read More »

The Myrrh is Mine

 

Although raised in a home that had two sets of dishes but only occasionally displayed Sabbath candles, we were a little hazy in the mitzvah department. One year, my father erected a sukkah in the backyard because he thought it might be fun. It felt Jewish. Because our house was quasi-kosher and I didn’t attend school… Read More »

Pulling the Lever

 

It might feel liberating to say that Israelis do not care about the American elections because it has nothing to do with us.  But the number of Israelis who actually subscribe to this logic is quite small. The accepted understanding is that we need American support like the body needs oxygen and that, consequently, entitles us… Read More »

The Wedding

 

Boarding the flight to New York, I felt uncharacteristically calm.  The schedule for the next six days was so tightly crafted that my usual fears of not maximizing “visiting time” were completely abated. All catching-up and chit-chats would have to take place between Sabbath meals, songs, prayer sessions and loading and unloading car trunks. To make… Read More »

A Word About “Choice”

 

It wasn’t really a conscious decision to stop listening to the news; it crept up from somewhere beneath the kitchen floor as I washed dishes one day. Sleep had become difficult due to the peppering drone of helicopters hovering the dark skies, searching for the respective day’s terrorists and their abettors.  Ambulances and border police… Read More »

Oh Sunday, Sunday

 

Upon assuming the presidency of UN ratified State of Israel in 1948, David Ben Gurion instituted a few absolutes that remain iron-clad even today. One of them was that serious yeshiva students would be exempt from military service so that a nation that had been decimated by the Nazi war machine could rebuild the learning… Read More »

Disassociation

 

Longtime readers of this column will know that once or twice a year I travel to Johannesburg.  With three daughters living there with their families including twelve (soon to be 14; tfu, tfu, tfu!) grandchildren, it is a hop, skip and jump from the Holy Land to the land of biltong and pedicures. Something downright… Read More »

Southern Comfort

 

It was the first time I’d bought a property on my own; we met with the lawyer in order to issue the final checks and pay the brokerage fees. He asked to speak with us privately for a few minutes. “Are you certain that you know what you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” “Are you… Read More »

Arrogance and Acceptance

 

My husband recently stumbled upon a television series that, land-locked in a shtetl called Jerusalem, I’d never heard of. It offers a shockingly lurid glimpse into insider-trading and government efforts to nab the felons. No one has clean hands and the lines between the good guys and those who want to take over the world… Read More »