Five years.

I was 23... I was getting married. I was starting life. It's been an amazing five years. Israel has been good to me. I have a son now. He'll be drafted into the army in 15 years. Today Gilad Shalit is 25... He's probably coming home... He's hopefully starting life.

Gay peeps can get married, Gilad Shalit can’t.

I'm trying to enjoy the excitement I feel over New York State's legalizing gay marriage, giving some of my friends a chance at an alternative-alternative lifestyle, while simultaneously trying to work out the torment I feel over the fact it's now been a way-too-long five years since 18-year-old beginner soldier Gilad Shalit was taken captive during non-'war'time,... Continue Reading →

Street art sadness.

Getting out more means seeing more. And remembering more, since the streets of Jerusalem tend to be fairly expressive. Captured Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit, spotted yesterday on Emek Refaim. Paint reads: please save me. Shouldn't he be out of uniform by now?

The fish, the shark and Passover.

When Gilad Shalit was 11, he wrote a short story called "When the Shark and the Fish First Met." Though it seems this was originally published and spread around in 2008, I only came across it now via Facebook shares. It resonates with me because I did a lot of short story writing when I was... Continue Reading →

In three years.

In the last three years, give or take, I've gotten married, visited my husband's home country located across the world, moved to the suburbs, got pregnant, completed the coursework for my Masters degree, gave birth to a son, grown three years older, three years wiser and three years happier. What have you done in the... Continue Reading →

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