words from the soul
October 7, 2023 If it's any consolation to those far away who are anxious to know if we're okay... We are okay-ish. Okay, in body, not in spirit. Okay in relative safety near our steel room in our too quiet city. So quiet. Okay, enough to shower and eat and use the bathroom—quickly, though, because … Continue reading 100 Days
In between war and peace, there is a space where words like ceasefire float around as though they mean something more than pause. For me, a ceasefire is like a Stage IV cancer diagnosis. You know it’s something you’re going to have to deal with. You just don’t know how long you have to brace … Continue reading Ceasefire
They are so frigging brave. She never wants to go to school when she knows there will be a siren. Â 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
Don't... Don't tell me to stay safe… not to read the news…not to check each siren…not to think about it…not to worry... Don't tell me not to be afraid. Don't. Because it is my prerogative to be afraid. Because it is my country under attack. Because it is my children I am scooping up into … Continue reading Don’t.
It was summer and we were young and somewhat naïve. Marriage was new. Living in Israel as responsible adults was new. Political talk was new. It was an orange summer. We were so convinced that orange would be heard. We wore it everywhere. We raised our orange banners and we screamed so loudly it was … Continue reading Orange
Colloquially Speaking 