• Fifty-Two Paragraphs

    Sometimes, pretending to be an amateur photographer helps me be creative. In choosing a photo to submit for this week’s Fifty-Two Frames, I asked my husband about a cheeky idea I had. “I think you’re a writer, not a photographer.” In other words, I seem to enjoy playing with the captions more than handling the…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: SOOC

    Should have been more excited/challenged by this week’s theme but I just wasn’t feeling it this week. Some great shots in the album though, so give a click and check them out: Week 16: Straight out of Camera This one’s bugged.

  • Move over Tel Aviv; Yafo is a great day

    A few weeks ago we trekked down to Yafo to give the city a little spin. I’ve never actually spent much time there aside from venturing in-and-out for conferences (and apparently writing about it very briefly). We basically parked at the beach and walked up through the port and then towards the center, through the…

  • Religion and kids and Israel and me.

    Religion and kids and Israel and me.

    I can’t really blame the ganenot (my kids’ teachers). It’s not their fault it all looks so terribly confusing.

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Breakfast

    Fifty-Two Frames: Breakfast

    Breakfast is relative. 

  • The innocent on Memorial Day.

    I told Koala he could come with me to the Yom HaZicaron ceremony if he likes. I told him it’s a time where we remember all the soldiers and all the good things they do for us. “And if you want, during the siren, you can think about your uncle who is a chayal, or…

  • Go gaga for mongal. Or…

    Recently I came across this ‘infographic’. I don’t know the source or whether the stats are correct, but it still resonates because we all know what the sky looks like by the time Yom Haatzmaut is over: The animals. The air. The smell of our hair. Nothing is left untouched when we get excited about…

  • Bebe update: Two years

    Bebe, A couple nights ago you couldn’t sleep. You came to bed with me, and we spooned for a bit. After years and years of considering I may just be more of a fork, I realized a truth: You, me, right now, in this moment, are the perfect spoon. Two years ago, as the sun…

  • Speaking up.

    It won’t be long before Jewish parents of school-age children no longer remember the point. The memory becomes a faded square of yellow fabric, eventually disintegrating under museum lighting. The pictures, cliche. The speeches, routine. It’s probably already true to some degree, but most of us are young enough to remember the first time we…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Body Parts

    If you were taking your kids out for as rare a treat as ice cream… And you got to the counter after getting vicariously excited about their love of chocolate… And your super-excited superman-inspired new-favorite-color-is-blue son notices the bright, bold, downright disturbing flavor at the very end of the case… And looks at you with…

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Lines

    Week 13: Lines Sky lines.

  • Fifty-Two Frames: Black and White

    Week 12: Black and White And the sea parted…  (and the sweeper sneezed)

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