Despite the war in the Gaza Strip, Palm Sunday was celebrated in the courtyard of the only Catholic church in the embattled coastal enclave.

After almost 5 months of war, you just have to switch off. A visit to our son in Tel Aviv was a good opportunity to finally experience some normality again.

Even a month-and-a-half after “Black Sabbath,” as we call October 7th, the nation of Israel is still in trauma.

Our reality has changed. But our people are united again. It’s a shame that we always need a catastrophe for that to happen.

It’s not always easy to have a prominent neighbor. This became clear to me when the first demonstrators passed in front of my garden with their flags.

The week-long Feast of Tabernacles, Sukkot, begins tomorrow evening. Join me on a visit to the “Market of the 4 Species” (Shuk 4 HaMinim).

A stormy night lies behind us with chaotic scenes in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv after the Knesset passed the reasonableness bill. What’s next?

For weeks, my hometown of Modiin has been in the headlines thanks to opposition to judicial reform. Yesterday I took part in the effort to keep the hill in front of our house out of the fray.

Anything goes in the name of democracy. That’s what I learned yesterday when I was awakened at 5:45 am by the smell of burning and loud screaming.

“May God avenge them” – Netanyahu says “all options are on the table” as Israel grapples with a new wave of Palestinian terror.