There's no doubt: this is bittersweet. Today we're proud. We're relieved. We're emotional. We're exhausted. Tomorrow we're going to continue mourning. We're going to be extra cautious. We're going to be angry. We're going to feel even more pain. Today we can be mothers of lost soldiers. Mothers waking up from a nightmare. Tomorrow we'll... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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?
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 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 →
A reminder message from the airport parking pay station: How many more chagim will pass before Gilad Shalit comes home? (How many airport parking tickets will we buy before there's a new message?)
Amidst the cries for Olmert to quit, be embarrassed and work harder towards the release of the kidnapped soldiers, there was plenty of emotion to go round. Of course, the major focal point of sentiment came from Noam Shalit's short but necessary speech to open the rally outside the Prime Minister's residence in Jerusalem. It's... Continue Reading →
It's a year and a half later, and the three kidnapped soldiers from summer 2006 - Ehud Goldwasser, Eldad Regev and Gilad Shalit have not been returned to us. The Keren Maor Foundation was founded to assist and support the families of these three soldiers, and to raise awareness until they are brought home from... Continue Reading →