For the last few days I've had this lump in my throat, blocking me from saying something I feel but haven't been able to articulate. Do you know what I feel when the window's been shut, the door is locked, and I've sat down on the floor of our safe room? I feel incredibly lucky.... Continue Reading →
It's sadly a familiar feeling. Refreshing the news every hour and every hour thinking, 'fuck.'
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 →
A key element of being a dual citizen is the dual drama. I always get homesick with these bouts of New York City drama: Investigators believe all passengers and crew, more than 150 people, survive a plane crashing into New York's Hudson River. I prefer NYC drama to the Israel brand these days... Report: Israel,... Continue Reading →
Here's something you don't see everyday: Ynet made me do a double-take with that one. But they really ought not to lie in journalism...
I guess my Microsoft Word is an old version. It doesn't have Hamas in the spellcheck dictionary.