Never normal.

Living here is not normal. Life here pushes through - the normal, the stubborn, the ups, the downs - the not normal, the horror, the grief, the methods, the madness. Life here is limbo. Life here is business as usual. Life here is waiting. Life here is death. Life here is moving on. Life here... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: The Golden Ratio

This was a total shot in the dark for me. Week 26's theme - which was a big ole photographic list of concepts like 'The Golden Ratio' 'Fibonacci' and 'The Golden Spiral' - way too resonant of mathematics to my brain. I was so concerned with getting the theme right, that my picture loses. I... Continue Reading →

Fifty-Two Frames: 5PM

True story. Way back in the day, when I had my first full time job in Israel, and I was a part time student, living in a raggedy apartment with great friends... this is what I had to come home to. And now... you can't possibly beat now. Week 25: 5PM 5pm, circa 2008 BC... Continue Reading →

Nettles update: three months

Nettles - welcome to the end of the 'fourth trimester'. Congrats and you may pick up your diploma at the front desk. Here's how you got there: I could have three babies... thirteen babies... thirty babies... and one thing will never ever get old: The first giggle. It started a couple weeks ago... the silent... Continue Reading →

‘Who leaves their baby in a car?!’ Me.

Summer's officially here. My news feed is filled with barbecues, splashy pools, sandy hair... sunscreen warnings, drowning warnings, leaving-babies-in-cars warnings. It's all scary. It's all out there. And, as far as the last one goes, it's all judgy. It's all 'how the hell does that happen?' It's all 'I would never do that.' But it... Continue Reading →

We’re waiting for you.

Day 7. I believe you are alive. I believe you'll be ok. I hope you do, too. We're waiting for you. We're doing the age-old Israeli dance - living a disrupted, regular life. Go to work, go to school, put the kids to bed, kiss each other goodnight. While we hope for you. We think... Continue Reading →

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Really universe? Really? I have a follow-up┬ájob interview today. I'm doing my best to Sheryl Sandberg this shit and last night attempted an early bedtime. Sheryl, is this how it's supposed to work? Because I think I broke it. I was up twice before 1am feeding the infant. At some point after that, not one... Continue Reading →

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