We keep forgetting to stop for a second and take a breath and lean in real close and think, HOLY SHIT I'M EXACTLY WHERE I WANT TO BE. Seriously, how often do I take for granted where I am, what I'm doing, what's possible for me? Continuously. Like a thought that struck me this week:... Continue Reading →
For those wondering why I stay here... including myself... maybe this offers a hint. Because it ain't the politics. Or the prices. The 10 Happiest Countries in the World For the second year in a row, 24/7 Wall St. examined the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development's report on life satisfaction in the developed world.... Continue Reading →
I live in a beautiful nature park-slash-construction zone. Pretty sure that at any given time in the last year there are around a dozen construction sites within our town. The flagship of Tzur Hadassah construction would be the megatron community center/school district being built in the center, towards the valley. Har Kitron is good for a... Continue Reading →
Who wants to get caught up in a fresh whirlpool of crushed chick peas? Week 21: New Let's take a dip.
I'm sorry about the joke. Also, I wore these overalls back in the '80s when we called them overalls and also wore overalls. A friend of my mom's bought them for me and here we are in 2012 reliving the best decade ever. Over alls. I'm sorry again.
Week 20: Old "When I was your age, we hated the people with zeros in their phone numbers."
Today's Writing Gym was Jerusalem-themed for Yom Yerushalyim... Here's my take on meeting up with an Old Flame... Oh, hi... long time no see! Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm doing ok. Actually, not living too far from here, just over the hills, 15 kilometers out... Oh, it's lovely, yes. The weather is comparable, totally. I couldn't... Continue Reading →
At least we can gain something from the silly attempt at provocation (I guess it worked actually) that TIME magazine gave us this week with its Are You Mom Enough? cover. Am I mom enough to breastfeed a grown boy on the cover of a national magazine? No. I am mom enough to give him... Continue Reading →
After spending a long week thinking up cooky ideas, I should have known at the last minute I could count on the Tmol Shilshom bathroom to offer up a cooky one of its own... Week 19: Bathrooms. "The Pee of Life."