Category: 400 thoughts
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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…
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The yearly struggle (No, we’re not over the Holocaust yet).
I’ve been struggling a little more the last few months. Struggling with something dark and damp and desperate, twisting itself among my veins, reaching across my heart and nipping at my soul. My growing morbidity. I’ve been morbid since I can remember. As a kid, I had freakish nightmares despite a safe and happy daylife.…
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Running from.
Sometimes, when I run… …I’m running from the stories that haunt me. I’m running from the stress of being a parent, of propelling a small child’s world, of having so much to lose. I’m running from the cold air nipping at my skin, teething on my bare arms. I’m running from the hourly news reports…
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Satire spotted on the internets?!
Maybe that Old Spice Guy served a purpose after all. Hello members of the U.N., Take a look at yourselves, now back to me, now back at yourselves, now back to me. Sadly, you’re not me. But if your cities got bombarded by 220 rockets in just 3 days, maybe you could feel like me.…
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Joshua’s messing with us.
“And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies.” I remember learning it in 4th grade and it seriously always stuck with me. It was a ‘holy shit, dude’ moment back then, and it remained so for many years. Until one day, walking somewhere in Israel,…
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Letting go.
Into my seventh year of aliyah – living in Israel – I finally, finally, finally have been able to start what every oleh needs to do the second they get here. I’ve started letting go. Letting go of my pride. Letting go of my mistakes. Letting go of my fear. Maybe it’s my bilingual kid.…
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Five years.
I was 23… I was getting married. I was starting life. It’s been an amazing five years. Israel has been good to me. I have a son now. He’ll be drafted into the army in 15 years. Today Gilad Shalit is 25… He’s probably coming home… He’s hopefully starting life.
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Aaaand, I’m officially *that* person.
I’m cutting up veggies for a salad. Huz picks up a bunch of lame lettuce leaves I’ve put to the side and throws them in the bin. “What are you doing?! I was going to put that in the compost bin I’m making!” He looks at me with wtf?! face. “Oh, I’m making a compost bin. I’m…