How can we turn the experience of workplace conflict into a productive part of our personal, communal, religious and national selves?
During such upheaval, in such uncertain times - we don't have to agree; but do we have to condemn? And if we condemn, do we have to do it while stripping away the human in us?
Memes and friends and global outlooks warned me that as my son would get older, you'd become less affectionate or more wary of showing emotion. You wouldn't know it by looking around our house...
You might think, Zooey, that as the fourth or last to do something, it would be less exciting. We've seen the others take steps, we've seen the others ride bikes, we've seen the others draw a face for the first time. But that's not what makes you, or any of you, special or interesting; the... Continue Reading →
I remember being younger than her and being squished on a bench in the school lunchroom/assembly room, hearing about the Holocaust for the first time.
I am new at this having-a-daughter thing, even if I'm nine years in. In fact, each passing day I am new at it. Are we ever not new at it? You may have an older brother, but you're definitely the oldest sister; your sisters look up to you - especially Nettles, who worships you at... Continue Reading →
It's been bizarre, intense, frustrating, and a little bit panicky here in quarantine for 14 days. Especially as it started as soon we landed back in Israel two weeks ago. There was something eery about de-planing into an alternative universe. Aside from the empty airport... there was a somberness to getting in the taxi van,... Continue Reading →
“Ima, I want to call Grandma.” That’s how it’s been for days since we left New York, rushed, unplanned, in the style of not letting dough rise. We basically fled the city, across the ocean, back to the Middle East, straight into quarantine. Straight into days of looking into your eyes, which have been glazed... Continue Reading →