Traveling with 3 kids + T1di is chaos. Losing my insulin bag at 30,000 ft was worse—until Virgin Atlantic turned panic into relief

I’ve lived in Israel for almost half my life — raising my kids, building my family, and growing into myself. But when I leave, I shed a laye

I never pictured myself becoming a mom in my 40s—let alone three times over. But here I am: 45, exhausted, and totally in love with this phase of life I never thought I’d get to live. This photo? That’s not staged. That’s just a Tuesday. Nap traps, lukewarm coffee, and the messy, magical chaos of raising tiny humans later in life.