My grandmother ran out of Poland towards Russia with only the summer clothes she was wearing and spent the...... Source: Dry eyes
There is so much I could say...so much to write about... I could write about my sister...and her cancer...and what it feels like to be so far away...to be torn between my children and the baby I held in my arms at 14 years old...whispering my secrets to one of my only family members who … Continue reading When There Is Nothing Left To Say
"Imma," she says in her 'I'm going to tell you something incredibly insightful now so you better stop what you're doing and focus and make sure your phone is on hand to record this' voice, so naturally, I turn. "I know you're not going to believe this, so I'm telling you now you have to … Continue reading Skin Deep
"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 … Continue reading On Equality in a Kindergarten
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
They are so frigging brave. She never wants to go to school when she knows there will be a siren. Yom HaShoa...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.