Candle.

"Ima, what's this?" "That? That's... a candle." "But why is it here?" "Why is it here... ...Remember how I'm from New York? I was a kid in New York. Like you're a kid in Tzur Hadassah. I grew up there... with Grandma and Grandpa... It's where I went to school. You know?" "Ya." "So... many... Continue Reading →

New York, New York…

New York, I love you. New York, I hate you. New York, you're absolutely brilliantly fucking gorgeous. Your soul is as pure as antibacterial hand soap. You lure me in to my self-doubting ambivalence, time and time again. New York, New York. Fuggedaboutit.

My firehouse.

For months, Koala and I have been discussing our plans for New York. For months, he's been obsessed with firetrucks, firemen, סמי הכבאי and hoses. And for months, the top of the list was visiting a firehouse. And I'll freely admit, I was as, if not more, excited about this. Firemen were always curious characters to... Continue Reading →

Home.

I looked up when, among the mumbling, I heard the word 'מעליב.' Standing in a long, slow-moving line at a Staten Island department store, I suddenly felt at home. And yet, it wasn't because I was in Staten Island, or a department store. She turned around to complain about the long line in English, and... Continue Reading →

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