I don’t know what to say. I don’t think anyone does really. And by the time I publish these words (if I publish these words), everything could be completely different. But I need to write. There are so many thoughts […]

I’m not sure where this post is going or where it will end up. All I can is this: I’m extremely frustrated, and I’m not sure what to do with that frustration. I recently found myself indoctrinated into a brand

I needed a library card, so my daughter could get a book for school. Sadly, I approach everything in Israel with this attitude: How are they going to make this situation unnecessarily difficult and how is it likely not going

Every once in a while I write an article knowing full well that there’s no chance I won’t piss people off. (Who knew I’d have that concern with an article called “Don’t Shoot People”?) When I was younger, I loved

So Israel has yet another ceasefire. The pattern begins again. I was chit-chatting with an American friend about things, and I commented that we all just need to wait and see if the ceasefire even holds to know how we

I’m naturally defensive. I don’t think it’s an abnormal trait. Or a desirable one. But it’s definitely there, and swimming through my head at all times. But for the first time in my life, I’m fighting back. Defensive no more!