Hammock for one.

It gets harder every year. Yom HaShoah. Yom HaZicaron. Every year the ticking accelerates. Every year I realize all over again how important it is to not take any of it for granted. Every hug, every cuddle. Every whispered secret. Every question. Every silent moment, holding hands. Feeling up-down-up-down of a tiny chest against my... Continue Reading →

We cast our lot.

When people ask me why I came here, my answer is that no matter what I believe religiously I'll always accept the fact that by being born into what I was born I have no choice but to cast my lot with the rest of my people. So even now, as there is this man... Continue Reading →

The Prime Minister makes a PowerPoint

It's night three of my daughter's cough and it's gotten much better. I'm sitting uncomfortably on the Hello Kitty stool next to the crib, with my forefinger making lines in her palm, my phone on 'play' in the other hand, and in my left ear, an earbud is loosely holding on. The prime minister is... Continue Reading →

At 70, you get your own Snapchat filter.

Independence is affording the time to celebrate your existence. Independence is getting your own Snapchat filter. Independence is being proud of someone you never met named Netta. Independence is the freedom to openly mourn your dead on your terms. Independence is enjoying making choices on a global scale. Independence is watching your kids grow up... Continue Reading →

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