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. 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
Lines form on my face and hands lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want eighteen I just don't know what I want eighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of … Continue reading Eighteen
I am listening to the radio. A woman is on. She is talking about life. About gratitude. About unity. She is saying how we are all family. She is reiterating the need to act as one nation. To help one another. To reach out to one another. To connect with kindness. She is interrupted. AZ'AKA (alarm) … Continue reading This Is ISRAEL
With each report…of sirens…rockets…terror… My heart constricts…shrinks…and trembles… And I try…to be strong…to be fierce…to believe… That this land…our land…my land… Is protected…by a power…an Almighty… Who is determined…to let us…prevail… And as these thoughts…float through my head… They meet another train…of wandering words… That say…that it sounds…eerily similar…to the rhetoric…they use. And I am … Continue reading STOP…In The Name Of God