Is ‘local’ the answer?

I've been thinking about local vs global for a while now. I think there's a clear crossover between my midlife crisis (five years and counting?) and this growing sense that the most important thing we can do - as individuals - is pay attention to the local vs the global. There seems to be a... Continue Reading →

To my bar mitzvah.

I'm in awe of Torah reading… getting up close to it… having a physical connection with the parchment… It's not something I had access to from behind the kind of barrier they called a mechitza where I grew up. (I just realized this week I never even saw tefillin up close until now.)   Watching you... Continue Reading →

Maus and me.

If you're around my age, we never really had the opportunity to read Maus as young kids; at least I didn't, I think it was too new or we were just already so exposed to meeting and being related to Holocaust survivors, it wasn't so necessary. I started it recently; I read the second half... Continue Reading →

Zooey update: six years

I've spent six years looking at your pretty face, and marveling that there is nothing at all physically resembling mine - you're a carbon copy, visually, of your dad. Well, there's one thing - your freckles. We share that. But what I've spent the last year realizing is you have something else we share. Or... Continue Reading →

Nettles update: eight years

You were born a bullet train, and eight years later, this is still an express line. If I hem and haw on a decision, you take it into your own hands (and footstool, and cellotape, and whatever you need to get it done when my back's turned). You'll get it done, if you want it... Continue Reading →

Stand up.

So many lovely awesome people I've worked with or know professionally feel they "don't get it." If we're already dedicating a day to women, it's time to start getting it. It seems especially hard for many to understand the snowball effect of years of keeping silent. I hope more and more people will not only... Continue Reading →

Heartbreak.

The heartbreak is heavy. It's an anchor, weighing me down, weighing my finger down when I'm about to click 'play' on the livestream. It's so heavy that in the last 18 hours I can't bring myself to refresh anymore. The first week, I absorbed the news every spare chance I had. At my desk while... Continue Reading →

Sense.

Do you also get the sensation that you can't remember what life was like before February 2020? It feels like pre-2020 reality is a fading dust, I can barely feel it on my fingertips as it floats away... And I'd been feeling this for long before a Jewish President of Ukraine became a global symbol... Continue Reading →

Tired.

I don't know why this notice is any different. They're all exactly the same. .הורים יקרים The joke is that those are the two scariest words in the Hebrew language right now. Dear parents. I'm tired. It's the kind of tired that you feel in your chest, not your head or behind your eyes. It's... Continue Reading →

Let’s have a wordle

I introduced my 12-year-old son to Wordle. At the same time, I introduced him to וורדעל. I love that both prospects are exciting, and we're chatting with each other throughout the day about it (I still shudder at the fact he has a smartphone even if whatsapping together is a huge comms improvement). You know... Continue Reading →

Twenty Years

Political Violence (part 1) It took place in an off-the-beaten path classroom, not a modern lecture hall. We were maybe 30 students, and the few times we had met before – maybe it was two? Three? – we had already covered some ‘basics’: what peacebuilding is, Rwanda, a bit of Bosnia. When I registered for... Continue Reading →

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