Doda? That's me.

Last night I got to be the family member who picks up my cousin's sick kid from a camping trip near my house. Basically, I have Israeli cousins up north, and they sent their daughter on a youth movement camping trip which was located about 15 minutes from my place. She had called them late... Continue Reading →

For an alternative means of defense.

It's some sort of rite of passage that olim go through; the idea of "becoming more Israeli." In this case, I don't mean wearing flowy skirts or forgetting grammatically-correct English. I mean the process of becoming overly defensive and jumping to attack at any flare of doubt or wrongness - the process of becoming more... Continue Reading →

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