and just when you think…

so i just stayed up all night with a guy who was born in turkey and raised in italy... just talking and watching tv... he just left now to report to army service... how can i not love this place? adventure everywhere...and now i am not waking up to the roosters crowing...


i woulda been declaring citizenship today... no regret in my voice.gettiing off the plane felt different anyway. sure, i was excited. vacation!but it was about getting to where i had to go, doing what i came to do. in the taxi ride to herzliyah, instead of staring at he palm trees in amazement, i stared... Continue Reading →

my answer to the guy on the 1 this morning

no. i'm not here.i'm on a plane, miles away.or right here. flying over starbucks and skyscrapers. i'm flying high and low. striking my wings against the air and forcing the wind away. away from me. away from skyscrapers. away from flames and smoke. so the smoke won't reach my brother's nostrils and choke his lungs.... Continue Reading →

a year ago

a year ago i strolled through a surface of moons; darky-tawny-creme-brown moons of people, round circles of people sitting on the thousand year old stones of then whispering words of then now.there, behind the moons, i saw the stones through the glow of lightbulbs which i am farely sure weren't there when the romansbabyloniansetc took... Continue Reading →


aliyah is like a have to toy with the idea. there's a lover involved; do you love your lover enough to commit? can you sacrifice for your other? will you? do you feel good sacrificing? do you feel good about youself? about your partner? do you want to build a life with this partner?... Continue Reading →

i am not making aliyah.

when my parents told us they were getting a divorce, i was chewing breaded chicken unapologetically. that is, until they told us they were getting a divorce.then i was chewing wet cement.a year later, i'm chewing steak and my dad who hasn't initiated a word to me about my near-distant future plans picks that moment... Continue Reading →

mosquitos like my pheramones.

backpacking fun in your own backyard:like getting picked up by an anti israel guy you have nothing in common with 'cept harry potter who tried but failed to sell you tickets like a tourist but then drinking apple martinis and showing up drunk to a seminar...who says you need to spend a grand to be... Continue Reading →


currently working for the Jewish Agency part time, but it might as well be an ulpan or a classroom…it seems every kind of Jew works, visits or guards this office. you really can’t ever know what to expect –· young macho Israeli guards hitting on you· old-time kibbutzniks cheering you up and singing about Shabbat·... Continue Reading →

still looking.

totally unrelated subject... or is it?when you're looking for something that you're not sure was ever really there, when is it time to stop? how do you stop?i want to get into the depths of this >no words

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