Fifty-Two Frames: Trees

Week 17: Trees “So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!”

Koala update: Four years

Koala, I love you so freaking much. Sometimes I look at your face while you're babbling about throwing lions at people or how all your friends' dads are policemen (somehow?). I look at your face, the same exact face I watched when you were laying on me, four years ago, staring off into space, with your... Continue Reading →

To the immigrant parents I grew up with:

Dear immigrant parents of childhood friends, Hi. How are you? Have I told you lately your English is incredible? It was really fun growing up with your kid. Maybe I'm still even friends with your kid. Most of my friends from childhood had immigrant parents it seems. It really felt that way, at least. To... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Paragraphs

Sometimes, pretending to be an amateur photographer helps me be creative. In choosing a photo to submit for this week's Fifty-Two Frames, I asked my husband about a cheeky idea I had. "I think you're a writer, not a photographer." In other words, I seem to enjoy playing with the captions more than handling the... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: SOOC

Should have been more excited/challenged by this week's theme but I just wasn't feeling it this week. Some great shots in the album though, so give a click and check them out: Week 16: Straight out of Camera This one's bugged.

Move over Tel Aviv; Yafo is a great day

A few weeks ago we trekked down to Yafo to give the city a little spin. I've never actually spent much time there aside from venturing in-and-out for conferences (and apparently writing about it very briefly). We basically parked at the beach and walked up through the port and then towards the center, through the... Continue Reading →

Religion and kids and Israel and me.

I can't really blame the ganenot (my kids' teachers). It's not their fault it all looks so terribly confusing. Or actually that it looks so black and white: my kids go to a Chabad gan system, and therefore, it  must have made my son very 'religious' minded. You see, on most days, he wears a... Continue Reading →

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