Koala’s loves.

This morning, up early and ready to go, Koala came to the side of my bed and reported that he had packed his 'abba shel shabbat' show 'n tell box (his turn this week) with the things he loves: "There's the police car, the guys, my wolf, and a picture of Bebe in her Hello... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: In the beginning

I'm not one for cheesy Zionism, but with my aliyah anniversary passing a week ago, and Ariel Sharon passing yesterday, and my submission down to the wire at 5:45pm, I decided, why not. This would be the week for that. I had spotted this scene every day and neglected to take a photo until Thursday.... Continue Reading →

If rocks could speak

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance... just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance... as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.  - The Lorax by Dr. Seuss They tore down one of my favorite Tzur Hadassah forests and the only thing left standing doesn't give a...

Fifty-Two Frames: Self Protrait

It's a period when you're never alone, your identity is not that of a single person. That makes it difficult to recognize yourself and be yourself - for a limited time. There is another soul inside you, and even your most intimate moments are shared. You're not who you were and you'll never be who... Continue Reading →

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