Am I supposed to be here?

It's been 15 years since I came out to my family that I'd be moving to Israel after university finished. It was two years before the 'disengagement', it was during the second intifada, a couple years after Nefesh b'Nefesh started. I was searching for a lot of things, but I knew this much was true... 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 →

Thoughts on another Israeli Memorial Day

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 →

Next year in… your country.

Something really extraordinary happened at work today. In startup world. In the center of Jerusalem. We had the pre-Passover הרמת כוסית, or company holiday toast. Our CEO spoke a few words, leading to how blown away he is by how the company is growing, both in team... and in the number of pregnant women. Then... Continue Reading →

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