Nettles update: seven years

If last year's birthday felt totally eye-glazed and desolate... the year that followed was like being trapped in a box but actually, the box helped you break out while stuck inside. I'm not sure where to begin as far as how you've forged ahead, and continued growing, refusing to fall behind or be let down.... Continue Reading →

Time flies. Time heals. It’s time.

Warning: I don't have anything brilliant to say. I just have a bunch of feelings bubbling up within the 24 hour countdown to President-elect Biden's inauguration. And I haven't gotten political here for years, and I find these topics so complex and my time so limited I can't express them fully here, so I'd prefer... Continue Reading →

Koala update: eleven years

Memes and friends and global outlooks warned me that as my son would get older, you'd become less affectionate or more wary of showing emotion. You wouldn't know it by looking around our house...

Zooey update: four years

You might think, Zooey, that as the fourth or last to do something, it would be less exciting. We've seen the others take steps, we've seen the others ride bikes, we've seen the others draw a face for the first time. But that's not what makes you, or any of you, special or interesting; the... Continue Reading →

Bebe update: nine years

I am new at this having-a-daughter thing, even if I'm nine years in. In fact, each passing day I am new at it. Are we ever not new at it? You may have an older brother, but you're definitely the oldest sister; your sisters look up to you - especially Nettles, who worships you at... Continue Reading →

Thoughts from coronavirus quarantine.

It's been bizarre, intense, frustrating, and a little bit panicky here in quarantine for 14 days. Especially as it started as soon we landed back in Israel two weeks ago. There was something eery about de-planing into an alternative universe. Aside from the empty airport... there was a somberness to getting in the taxi van,... Continue Reading →

Nettles update: six years.

“Ima, I want to call Grandma.”  That’s how it’s been for days since we left New York, rushed, unplanned, in the style of not letting dough rise.  We basically fled the city, across the ocean, back to the Middle East, straight into quarantine. Straight into days of looking into your eyes, which have been glazed... Continue Reading →

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