I hadn't said the Shema in earnest or even in unearnest in over a decade. Like riding a bicycle or worshipping a childhood god, the words are not forgotten once you start to move your mouth. The מ's are plentiful; an exercise for the lips. The ך's, too, are plentiful; an age-old exercise in patience... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
All around, kids pick up bits and ask their parents... "What is בן האבוד בלבנון?" "What is מבצע אנטבה?" "What does רומנטי mean?" "Why is that kind of flower everywhere?" "Did that שיר really happen?" "Why do they put the flag down?" On a walk through Har Herzl (Israel's national cemetery) this morning, hearing about... Continue Reading →
I recently, ahem, was part of a core team running one of the biggest events in startup-Jerusalem each year, in its 4th year. It's a production put on with a lot of demands, a lot of resources, a lot of professionals, but the core team from within the company are not necessarily production careerists (though... Continue Reading →
This isn’t how I thought it would end. I didn’t think the end would begin with a deep soreness, tiny stabs of pain, highlighted by stinging tears; the added torture of me trying to hold all this in and stay strong for you, to avoid the chance you'd feel unwhole, to acknowledge your instinctual longing,... Continue Reading →
Everyone's talking about Harvey Weinstein; even the white board at the entrance of my office, where usually someone scribbles the name of the day's delegation, even the white board yesterday was #metoo. And everyone is talking about women being afraid to talk, and women now talking, and how women can protect themselves, and how women... Continue Reading →
Is it a sense of personal responsibility to your commitments? Is it driven by the requirement to be paid in order to live your life? Is it because you believe in what you do? Or what your organization is aiming to do? Are you looking forward to some major event, and each day is a... Continue Reading →
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