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 →
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 →
Warning: I don't have anything brilliant to say. I just have a bunch of feelings bubbling up within the 24 hour countdown to President-elect Biden's inauguration. And I haven't gotten political here for years, and I find these topics so complex and my time so limited I can't express them fully here, so I'd prefer... Continue Reading →
How can we turn the experience of workplace conflict into a productive part of our personal, communal, religious and national selves?
I remember being younger than her and being squished on a bench in the school lunchroom/assembly room, hearing about the Holocaust for the first time.
It's been bizarre, intense, frustrating, and a little bit panicky here in quarantine for 14 days. Especially as it started as soon we landed back in Israel two weeks ago. There was something eery about de-planing into an alternative universe. Aside from the empty airport... there was a somberness to getting in the taxi van,... Continue Reading →
Randomness written on a rushed flight back from New York City just as the coronavirus tidal wave started crashing over the tri-state area
One time, I was doing the dishes, but for some reason I didn't kick away the pink stool my kids use to reach the faucet; I stood on it. My posture was different. My angle was different. My perspective was different. And then my huz walked in, who's 6' to my 5'3, and as I... Continue Reading →
What happens after the last baby? Why is it so disarming? And why do so many of us go through it while feeling so alone?
Everything feels stuck. Every post on my feeds is "hoping for the best, but..." "I didn't know what to do, so I just..." "well, nothing's going to make a difference, so..." I sense the stuckness in the street, I sense the stuckness at work, I am pounded over the head with the stuckness over social... Continue Reading →
In December 2018, I watched an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, a decades-old reality show featuring a competition for drag queens. The episode was a doozy to start with, because the week's challenge was to not dress up in glamour but dress down - as nude women. This set me off on what became an... Continue Reading →
It gets harder every year. Yom HaShoah. Yom HaZicaron. Every year the ticking accelerates. Every year I realize all over again how important it is to not take any of it for granted. Every hug, every cuddle. Every whispered secret. Every question. Every silent moment, holding hands. Feeling up-down-up-down of a tiny chest against my... Continue Reading →
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