It is Shabbat, and my wife Anat and I are relaxing in lounge chairs in the small backyard of our home. We call it the "Nachlaot garden,” because it’s reminiscent of that Jerusalem neighborhood known for its old-style housing and hidden courtyards. As a former Jerusalemite, it was important to me to imprint something of the flavor of my Jerusalem family home – which had been in Nachlaot since the mid-19th century.
We are thinking of Omri, our middle child, 19 years and two months old, a "mommy's and daddy's boy" – or at least that's how we viewed him until recently. Omri, who just yesterday... Read More