Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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Koala update: Three and a half years.
Dropping off my brother at his giyus this week did a funny thing, Koala. It made me realize how very big you are. And how very small. And how those two qualities will constantly be true, and constantly conflict, and constantly pose a challenge for me, and constantly fill me with love. I do hope…
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Women’s rites.
It stresses me to my inner core to take out the garbage. The communal bins are at the end of the block, and I have to pull and pray the thin orange membrane containing three days of garbage doesn’t tear and turn the situation into an episode of Sitcom Liz. This morning, after boker tov-ing…
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Not so fast: Tzur Hadassah mikvah update
About a month ago, we took a walk to where the currently-malfunctioning mikvah stands in Tzur Hadassah. Apparently, ‘they’ have found donors/money to get it functional, (I understand the malfunction is a plumbing issue) and it seems the rest of the area is getting prepped as well. The road leading to it from next to…
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There goes the Lone Soldier.
There goes the Lone Soldier. Today I saw my brother off to his shlav bet compulsory 6-month IDF service. A bit anticlimactic as far as the mothers of 18-year-olds go. Actually, some were in various uniforms themselves. Maybe they’ve done it before. Maybe they’ve known this day would come for 18 years. There weren’t very…
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Something I learned in class last night.
Rapid writing exercise. We couldn’t take the pen off the paper until she told us too. The first time I put on shoes opened the fridge hit a ball went to the park by myself wore a watch hung a shirt did my laundry spoke used a computer played a video game used a pen…
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Back to school (again).
Move over Billy Madison, I’m going back to school (again). Had my first class at David Yellin College in Jerusalem, and looking up at the giant stone arches ushering me and dozens of other students through, I felt home again. Classrooms piled on to other classrooms. A little sandwich kiosk at the entrance. Students walking…
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Fifty-Two Frames: An every day object from a different perspective
I almost went with overflowing laundry, but how different would that be, anyway? Week 42: An every day object from a different perspective Work, from a bug’s eye view.
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Oh, it’s on.
As I slowly rouse from the last four years of pregnant haze and breastfeeding exhaustion, the world becomes slightly clearer, a little brighter, and just a wee bit more attainable. I decided that I would spend this year investing in myself, dusting off the creative workshops, writing exercises, draft after draft after draft of whatever…
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Binders full of women.
The summer of hot wind: the year a US presidential election takes place. Keeps getting earlier, doesn’t it? Maybe we all need to keep binders of women. Maybe we need to keep binders of fresh air. Nature’s air. The air that hovers over those freshwater brooks they show on the natural bottled water. That air,…
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Aw man, I *need* your text messages.
Please SMS me. Please. I need texts. I need them every five minutes. Because while there are a lot of kid sounds you just don’t always want to hear – yelling in their sleep, farting, and whining of any color – but this one by little madam cheeks-a-lot Bebe just fills me with goodness every…
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Fifty-Two Frames: Running
The theme was running last week, and what I really wanted was to capture another snail and caption it, ‘sorry buddy, as usual, I’m running a little late.’ But alas, no rain, no snails, and my next choice was to capture my own training for the Nike Night Run in Tel Aviv October 30th. It’s a…
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