Years after the 2nd Intifada, I still listen for ambulance sirens, wondering if it's just...or 2...
I love that most of my kids don't actually read this blog - it gives me a freedom.
The smell may be gone, but the air remains poisoned by the hatred.
My son continues to move slowly towards the army while working to complete his final year in high school.
It's a strange feeling to known that a missile is flying towards your country and there is nothing you can do about it.
Jews of Poland...Get. Out. Now.
I'll start by explaining that in Israel, a common phrase is "yehiye b'seder" - it will be okay.
At one point the Dr. asked me if I was famous because of the blog...
There are ashes that remain in the ovens, ashes piled into a mountain in Maidanek.
The list of countries who rushed to help during the Oklahoma tornadoes is tiny.
As a woman, I am very sensitive to comparing rape to...well, virtually anything.
Jesus, a Palestinian? Not by a long shot.
You dare to hold Jonathan Pollard in prison for 29 years for spying on an ally...when you've been doing the same thing all along?
I wish, just once, if they were going to accuse us of something, that it was at least halfway credible.
Two things I miss in Israel: Sunday and Snow
Despite repeated promises by virtually every Israeli government in the last decade or two, E1 remains largely vacant.
My little birds have left the nest
Because that is what we do...
I keep putting myself in the same situation - sure, I can handle this...um...oops, no I can't.