“So where are you moving to?” she asked. “Moshav Zanoach” I said, desperately trying to pry a stick out of my son’s grasp. I was too caught up in parenting to notice her reaction. She kept quiet for a bit. “Hmm” she finally said, and I turned because I could hear her eyebrows raise and … Continue reading Living Israel
These Three Weeks
The fires crackle again…it’s that time of year… The fields rustle…and gently sway…as the flames leap closer… Towards dried stalks of wheat and barley…an offering… Burning…burning…burning… Where are you? Shouts the snaking river of heat… Searching…for something more…something real…to consume… And the walls…surrounding her…hiding the pain…in the name of salvation…almost ready to fall… They will … Continue reading These Three Weeks
The Boys Are Back In Town
There’s a pit in my stomach. It’s there because of a stupid video I watched that I didn’t want to watch but that I had to watch because I felt compelled by the title and hoped that I would see something different from what I did see. It was stupid, really. There were some kids, … Continue reading The Boys Are Back In Town
When Terrorists Die
On December 1, 2001, my husband stood on an unfamiliar street in the heart of an unfamiliar country. He had just turned eighteen and his life was shit. He just wanted a little something to numb the pain. This was the place to be, he was told. Here was the action. By day, a bustling … Continue reading When Terrorists Die
When Conflict Strikes Its Weary Head
So this guy walks up to another guy at a bus stop. Guy at the bus stop is on his way to a rehearsal for some sort of theater group…he’s creative and fun that way. And this guy likes to let loose because he lives in the heart of a conflict and it’s good to … Continue reading When Conflict Strikes Its Weary Head
Colloquially Speaking 