10/10/2026
Three years.
Three years since October 7th, and I still remember standing in my kitchen that first week not knowing what to do with myself. So I did what I know how to do best - I baked.
It started with a few boxes for soldiers. Then the wives. The ones on the home front, with the kids, doing bedtime alone, running the house, working, smiling for everyone while their husband is away for the third or fourth round of miluim. Nobody was really talking about them, and they were carrying so much.
Since then it's been chagim, Shabbatot, random Tuesdays. Boxes going all over the country from people who wanted to say "we haven't forgotten you". And every time a message comes back, a photo of kids digging into the cinnamon buns or a "you have no idea how much I needed this," it reminds me why I keep going.
This Succot, the amazing North Woodmere shul in New York sponsored packages for 30 miluim wives across Israel. Thank you for showing up for them 💙
So I'm putting it out there. If your shul, your school, your family, even your WhatsApp group wants to send some love to Israel, I'd love to make it happen with you. Miluim wives, soldiers, families who need a lift. You choose, I'll take care of the rest.
עם ישראל חי 🇮🇱
