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 →
Randomness written on a rushed flight back from New York City just as the coronavirus tidal wave started crashing over the tri-state area
One time, I was doing the dishes, but for some reason I didn't kick away the pink stool my kids use to reach the faucet; I stood on it. My posture was different. My angle was different. My perspective was different. And then my huz walked in, who's 6' to my 5'3, and as I... Continue Reading →
15 years ago, I landed at Ben Gurion airport and a Russian-accented משרד הפנים rep told me I've been spelling my last name wrong my entire life as he prepped my paperwork. Last night, I was helping my son with his math homework in averages and after puzzling over the inaccurate wording of this problem,... Continue Reading →
What happens after the last baby? Why is it so disarming? And why do so many of us go through it while feeling so alone?
Everything feels stuck. Every post on my feeds is "hoping for the best, but..." "I didn't know what to do, so I just..." "well, nothing's going to make a difference, so..." I sense the stuckness in the street, I sense the stuckness at work, I am pounded over the head with the stuckness over social... Continue Reading →
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 →