• Time to face facts: It’s a grey world we live in.

    Time to face facts: It’s a grey world we live in.

    To the non-Israelis who aren’t grasping the context of Bibi Netanyahu in 2024.  It’s day 331 since October 7. I still occasionally hear how some Americans revere Bibi as a security hero, the ultimate leader for this time, etc. And to be fair to some more self aware folks, I hear some putting it as:…

  • Me at the Gun Show:  An exercise in human connection

    Me at the Gun Show: An exercise in human connection

    Last month, abroad in the United States, I had the opportunity to experience something I’d only seen mocked on satirical TV news shows: a good ole American gun show.  Well, since I’ve written this, clearly I took up the opportunity.  It was eye-opening – some things were expected, some other things not expected at all…

  • The children weep openly

    The children weep openly

    Look around. The families are different. Your family is different. My family is different. Some sons walk around with ghosts in their eyes now. Some daughters know more than their generous spirits can handle. The children weep openly at this Memorial Day ceremony. (Memorializing what? Yesterday’s names?) My family is different. Yours is too. Look…

  • Kaddish everywhere.

    Kaddish everywhere.

    “It’s different this year. Every year it’s sad, but this year, it feels different, like, I get it now, you know?” From the mouths of Israeli teens. I’m 41. I’ve been never-forgetting my entire life. I saw these images and watched these videos and heard these testimonies from Holocaust survivors standing in front of me…

  • Koala update: fifteen years

    Koala update: fifteen years

    It’s an understatement to say this was a year that, half-way through, has been impacted by the biggest national crisis of your 15 years; this is a developing story so we will watch the developments roll… for years to come… In the meantime, though, it’s safe to say… One thing I never ever want to…

  • Zooey update: eight years

    Zooey update: eight years

    I don’t know what to say, Bean. It’s a lot to pack in to so few years. Since you were four years old, the world has been upside down for the rest of us; for you and your cohort – it is what it is. I assume. We’ll find out someday. In the meantime… Keep…

  • Well I just had a fucked up weekend abroad

    Well I just had a fucked up weekend abroad

    I don’t want to talk about it right now though. What I will say is… the returning home is always something. Every time, it’s a weird breath of relief. As uncomfortable (on a technical level) as I may feel here in Israel as an immigrant, it’s a discomfort I’m naturally comfortable with because it locks…

  • Bebe update: thirteen years

    Bebe update: thirteen years

    It’s official. Day 1 of surviving teenage daughter. 275938753948 days and daughters to go. An exchange during one of my more melancholy moments early on: “I should be playing D&D tonight.” “So why aren’t you?” “My friends are all in the army.” “So *they* are playing D&D… just without the dice.” Ice knife. But yeah.…

  • Nettles update: ten years

    Nettles update: ten years

    Double digit Nettles. Something you claim makes you an adult already, somehow. Or at least deserving of the privileges of your teenage sister. WHATever girl. Hold your horses. Slow down. (That’s a good joke…) It’s growth, I suppose. Like the aches you complain about – the growing pains as you steadily race to soar taller…

  • Mirrored.

    Mirrored.

    If you keep watchful enough you’ll see it. The people… have become posters. Glazed, 2d, the way a memory alters the view; an extra height to that building, a wider hall than it was. An embrace that was just a hug.  The realness slips away… like what death does… it distorts. Grief is the journey…

  • Sons

    Sons

    What Israeli mother at some point doesn’t silent cry while watching her sleeping teenage son breathe in and out, the way she did when he was just under 3 kilo and ignorant of everything but wanting to live? Who doesn’t softly weep after pulling herself into bed next to her boy, now taller, now stronger,…

  • Horse pills

    Horse pills

    “Together we’ll win” (יחד ננצח) is lovely wartime morale propaganda but we’re so far from together and the fact is getting more true and more painful and I have my own 2-part prescription for the country after we volunteered on a horse farm today for a woman whose been managing on her own since Oct…

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