Category: 400 thoughts
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On casting my lot: 10 life lessons about making aliyah, after a decade in Israel
Been living in Israel for ten years – here’s the lowdown.
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Those 3 dreaded words: work life balance
How is it natural to go from a 6-month-old clawing at your neck while laughing in your face all day, and then at 5pm switching to wearing suitable Waldorf Astoria clothing, packing business cards into your clutch and smiling like you haven’t been waking up every two hours for the last few nights? It’s not.…
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Women, workplace, wages, BEYONCÉ.
Something I’m learning: getting ‘older’ professionally exposes me to considering more often the ‘women in professional situations’ issues. Here are a few things I’m thinking about today: When Women Manage Men Who Don’t Respect Women Kinda surprised this went on that far; then again, I’m also totally not surprised. Her line of thinking seems familiar…
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*Sandberg!* and other things I got from work this week.
>clink!< Here’s to my first full out-of-the-home work week (ok, 80% out-of-the-home) in three years. Do I have observations? Yes, I have observations. Somewhere. Probably. Behind my droopy eyelids. Under the piles and piles of house mess I’m responsible for. Obviously, there are pros and cons of working from home and working from an office.…
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What we can learn about the ‘innocence of children’ from Goodnight Moon
So here’s something. I received a link to the following article today (thanks cuz); a submission to the New York Times Draft blog for writers. What Writers Can Learn From ‘Goodnight Moon’ Though I was certainly an English major, I’ve actually never, believe it or not, fully analysed an entire critique of Goodnight Moon before.…
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War time in Israel
It’s different this time. I guess it’s always different. It’s different this time because I don’t have enough fingers to count how many people I know, by first or second degree, who are called up, serving or waiting to serve in Gaza. And whereas in the past I figured the odds were too out there,…
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The facts about Gaza that we’re not saying
For the last few days I’ve had this lump in my throat, blocking me from saying something I feel but haven’t been able to articulate. Do you know what I feel when the window’s been shut, the door is locked, and I’ve sat down on the floor of our safe room? I feel incredibly lucky.…
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On sheep in wartime
While driving back from Beit Shemesh, where I dropped off Tzur Hadassah’s contribution to the collection of toys and food for kids and soldiers stuck in shelters and bases in the south… I saw this scene and it took my breath away. The sound of hundreds of hooves crunching against the grass; watching hundreds of sheep…
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The 4th kidnapped boy: that’s called disgust – go ahead and feel it.
Disgust. There are a lot of things to be utterly disgusted with around here. I feel disgust constantly. It’s usually aimed at opinions that differ from mine; minute triggers related to lifestyles that differ from mine; ways of communicating I don’t agree with. Shame. That is something I feel less often, but it does come…
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An Israeli lullaby.
Sleep soundly, children of Israel, for who knows how long before your innocence is lost.
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Never normal.
Living here is not normal. Life here pushes through – the normal, the stubborn, the ups, the downs – the not normal, the horror, the grief, the methods, the madness. Life here is limbo. Life here is business as usual. Life here is waiting. Life here is death. Life here is moving on. Life here…