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 →

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... Continue Reading →

Patriotism through the eyes of a kid.

A couple days ago, unsure of whether my son's gan would cover it extensively, I started teaching him about Yom Haatzmaut myself. Which actually just meant teaching him the word דגל. Yesterday, he discovered the Israeli flag in our house... the very one we had been talking about. That made him mildly excited and less... Continue Reading →

Free to be… sixty three.

Had a great day, especially since Park Begin wasn't a disheveled, polluted mess by the time it ended! I love how a bunch of immigrant friends can get together, no local family aside, and have a great time of a national holiday. To the %#@! asshole who let his Doberman Pinscher run loose through groups... Continue Reading →

Israeli flag protekzia.

Someone is watching over us. Taking care that we do right by our adopted citizenhood. And that someone... is our mortgage bank representative. She happens to live in Tzur Hadassah, and her home happens to be located at the bottom of the hill our apartment overlooks. And now that she knows exactly where we live... Continue Reading →

Still here.

It confuses me that about one half of myself can't believe we're still here, and can't believe things will continue the way they are - growing, productive, surviving... and the other half of myself thinks, look at the progress! Look at how far we've come, and how far we're poised to go! We build buildings... Continue Reading →

Do Israeli kids ever learn the fire safety lesson?

The answer, sadly, is no. There is an unhealthy Israeli-Jewish obsession with fire in the springtime. It starts today - with Biyur Chametz, the burning of chametz, which is done on erev Pessach. Soon will be Yom Haatzmaut - the national barbecue bonanza, and after that, Lag B'omer, which pretty much celebrates bonfires the way it's done here.... Continue Reading →

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