Nettles update: six years.

“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 →

lizrael update: just things.

This may be my longest stretch of not writing here. For the sake of breaking that streak, just some quickies. Give me a month to collect some thoughts and come back. Town life If I've changed over the last ten years, it's not at the same pace or degree as my 'village' from what seems... Continue Reading →

Hammock for one.

It gets harder every year. Yom HaShoah. Yom HaZicaron. Every year the ticking accelerates. Every year I realize all over again how important it is to not take any of it for granted. Every hug, every cuddle. Every whispered secret. Every question. Every silent moment, holding hands. Feeling up-down-up-down of a tiny chest against my... Continue Reading →

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