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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

We’re waiting for you.

Day 7. I believe you are alive. I believe you'll be ok. I hope you do, too. We're waiting for you. We're doing the age-old Israeli dance - living a disrupted, regular life. Go to work, go to school, put the kids to bed, kiss each other goodnight. While we hope for you. We think... Continue Reading →

Parenting in Israel sometimes.

I made it till 1:34pm today without hearing, reading, or talking about Syria, gas masks, or missiles. The biggest news, since the US didn't strike when everyone assumed (yesterday), is the fact that Israelis are waiting hours, sometimes whole days, in line at gas mask handout points. Only 60% of Israelis are equipped with up-to-date... Continue Reading →

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