Sukkot junior.

Sukkot was fun as a kid, and then it was kinda ok, and then it was fun again with kids. The end. Good job, Bob. Inspection. Self control not to take a bite. Decor'd.

Shuffling through the IDF [VIDEO]

So I'm unabashedly obsessed with this as of... 11am this morning. At the end of March 2012, Ron Bronstein enlisted in the IDF (I'm assuming as a shlav bet oleh deal) and documented the experience of going from civilian to soldier to, I guess, civilian again by¬†shufflin' his way through it. Love the support-despite-the-wtf of... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: Shapes

An ode to changing seasons... to ending chapters... to remembering the moment I realized, on a beach in Tel Aviv, among the curvy women, the chubby women, the skinny women, the older women, the speedo-ed men - that I, too, can wear a skimpy bathing suit, and frankly dears, no one gives a damn. Unless... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: Kissing.

Last week, my legally-contracted partner, shareholder and roommate did the opposite of what I just did and displayed his romantic side by treating ourselves to a relaxing, delicious, fun and kid-less overnight in Herzliya. We got to enjoy the beach on our terms and also take the opportunity to overcome last week's Fifty-Two Frames theme,... Continue Reading →

Candle.

"Ima, what's this?" "That? That's... a candle." "But why is it here?" "Why is it here... ...Remember how I'm from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you're a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there... with Grandma and Grandpa... It's where I went to school. You know?" "Ya." "So... many... Continue Reading →

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