Category: 400 thoughts
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Parents of kindergartners.
Remember when you were young, sweet-innocent-young, not boyfriend-naive young, no, really really young, sheltered-from-the-meaning-of-war young, and life was a big friend grab, and you managed to get yourself a pair of great friends, so you didn’t have to be left alone at play time, most of the time, and sure, they were already an inseparable…
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Does he realize my face is wet from tears as I kiss him good night?
Sitting just outside the kids’ room, on the cold tiled floor in the hallway, scrolling through articles on my phone. Silently scanning Newtown coverage, reading Newtown stories, seeing Newtown pictures as my son restlessly attempts sleep, deep within his bottom bunk. “Ima, can you tuck me in?” I don’t even bother wiping the tears from…
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Old school Israel: rare video of Israel way-back-in-the-day, 1947
Today is a few things; it’s the 29th of November, the date in 1947 that the United Nations adopted the resolution to recommend the Partition Plan for granting two states for the Jews and Arabs living in British-mandated Palestine. And, 65 years later, it’s the day Palestinian Authority leader Mahmoud Abbas approaches the UN to…
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Thanksgiving in Israel, ceasefire edition.
I just OWNED my Americanness at our local Mister Zol. Usually my Australian huz deals with the turkey ordering and picking up. Blasphemy, I know. I’ve been passive about it because I always felt silly ordering a whole turkey at a chicken counter in Israel. So when I approached the counter, my language evolved from…
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Don’t you forget about me (what it’s like to not hear from you during Israel crises)
I’m hurting. And frustrated. I don’t want to put anyone down. I’m not trying to guilt anyone into feeling anything. I just have an honest question to ask. Why is that I feel… forgotten, or isolated by peeps from abroad? I guess by ‘I’ I’m actually referring to people who live in Israel. People. Not…
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The way we used to vote.
I have fond memories of being a little kid and waiting with my mom at the local polling place on election day. We’d get there early. We’d finally get to the front of the line. My mom would sign in and the three of us would follow her, sauntering over to the curtained booth. After…
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Highway coffee love happiness.
It suddenly dawned on me, walking along the highway outside Tzur Hadassah for the 3907584376th time… …our highway signs advertise coffee as the pit stop attraction. Maybe they did in the US too, but the icons here look like a hafuch (cappuccino). I dunno why, I just love it.
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Where I am religiously. Part 2.
So – did you smile? I guess I’m feeling a bit philosophical lately because today alone I managed to get myself into a gun control debate that, ahem, triggered… well… no resolutions for me… as well as a different thread about religious observance, pride, and – yeah – Rashi. Basically, a friend posted the above…
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Marissa Mayer: CEO-to-be, mom-to-be, and, one hopes, game-changer-to-be.
Marissa, I really have respect for you ever since I heard you speak at GarageGeeks in June 2010. I was working for Answers.com back then, in an office of 60 and a company of 90. It was a year since having my first child and I was lucky to be involved in a family-friendly company…
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Why I’m not an Apple fangirl.
It’s been over ten years since I was first converted to the fruity side. I remember it well; after my embarrassing use of an old Compaq desktop PC my entire freshman year of college, a good friend pulled me aside and told me it was time to buy an Apple. “Apple? the computer my dad bought in…
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This is what you get at the end of a long week and a vodka beverage.
We keep forgetting to stop for a second and take a breath and lean in real close and think, HOLY SHIT I’M EXACTLY WHERE I WANT TO BE. Seriously, how often do I take for granted where I am, what I’m doing, what’s possible for me? Continuously. Like a thought that struck me this week:…
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My own personal tekes.
For the past few years I’ve been home on Yom HaZicaron and I’ve sat on my mirpeset and listened to the tekes that goes on the school down below. Tzur Hadassah, from my home’s perspective, is a giant amphitheater, so I hear some of it pretty well. So without yet having my children there, I stand…