Sometimes it’s what you don’t say

Like there isn't enough... in what seems like one long endless day since Monday, a single period in a calendar that has been one long endless battle since the beginning of time... ...is how fucking horrible Israeli comms handling has been. Between the IDF spokespeople and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This has been true... Continue Reading →

Hi from a new chapter in an old story.

After a year and a half of emotional exhaustion, it's shocking and also not shocking to learn that it's possible to be even more deeply emotionally exhausted. With each passing rocket or gunshot or stabbing or counterstrike, another slice of the next generation loses the chance to grow up not knowing what we know. More... Continue Reading →

We cast our lot.

When people ask me why I came here, my answer is that no matter what I believe religiously I'll always accept the fact that by being born into what I was born I have no choice but to cast my lot with the rest of my people. So even now, as there is this man... Continue Reading →

Am I supposed to be here?

It's been 15 years since I came out to my family that I'd be moving to Israel after university finished. It was two years before the 'disengagement', it was during the second intifada, a couple years after Nefesh b'Nefesh started. I was searching for a lot of things, but I knew this much was true... Continue Reading →

At 70, you get your own Snapchat filter.

Independence is affording the time to celebrate your existence. Independence is getting your own Snapchat filter. Independence is being proud of someone you never met named Netta. Independence is the freedom to openly mourn your dead on your terms. Independence is enjoying making choices on a global scale. Independence is watching your kids grow up... Continue Reading →

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