To “kvell” is to beam inwardly, on your face, too. To see all that is right. It is the opposite of “kvetch”. It’s a Yiddish word.

I kvell, feel proud of my kids, just admiring their beauty, noting their observations, and awareness of the world, their sweet sensitivity. I gaze, I laugh at their hilarity, their kindness and outrageous senses of humor.

I’m on Kveller, my third post, talking about the beautiful work involved in moving from outsider to friend. I have my rough moments here in Japan. It’s so important for women to feel that they are not alone.

Here it is, “I Felt Like an Outsider Living in Japan, Until I Befriended Another Mom”.