If I could…I would tell you. I would tell you how hard it is for me to watch you drown. I would tell you how hard it is for me to keep my distance. I would tell you how hard it is for me to know this might not be it. If I could…I would … Continue reading If I Could
On Equality in a Kindergarten
"She wants to make the gan Reform," she says to her assistant. I feel my cheeks burn and I almost turn away. But...I can't leave my son this way...in a room where he is taught subtle discrimination and stereotypes. So I speak up because this is where it starts...in this room with 3 and 4-year-olds … Continue reading On Equality in a Kindergarten
Grown-up
I guess I'm a grown-up now, I think, as I sit here translating her words in my head, then translating my words before I stumble them out of my mouth and into the air where they embarrass me by screaming out "FOREIGNER" in this big room that can't possibly hold the emotions she so casually … Continue reading Grown-up
Intifada: Take Three
Today, I was on a bus. And I had my headphones on because I like to listen to music on the bus. But the driver... He was in a bad mood...and I couldn't tell why. I didn't know if it was because he had a fight with his wife...forgot his lunch at home...had to go … Continue reading Intifada: Take Three
Brave
They are so frigging brave. She never wants to go to school when she knows there will be a siren. Yom HaShoah...Yom Hazikaron...and the days when it's a drill. Why do we have to practice? So we'll know what to do...in case it's real one day. She cries and we tell her to be brave … Continue reading Brave
Colloquially Speaking 