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This Is Personal

It has been recently brought to my attention that I post too much about Israel on Facebook. I guess it’s a real downer to be reminded that half a world away a vicious and deadly conflict is taking place. Perhaps somewhere a memo has circulated that Facebook is...

I Am Hated For Who I Am

I thought it would be better when I got back to LA. In some ways, it is. I haven’t heard an air raid siren since Saturday. Shrapnel isn’t likely to fall from the sky. The concept of war is not as aggressively in my face. I can no longer hear my...

If Only I Could Be So Brave

I grew up in America. My family may have spent summers in Israel, but I grew up American. When I finished high school, it did not cross my mind for a minute whether I should enlist in the Israeli army. Not for one second. So off I went to college. I didn’t have...

When There Is Nothing Left To Say

My work ethic keeps telling me that a blog post is long overdue. But as much as I try to bring myself to write one, I can’t. I’m in Tel Aviv right now, and it’s hard to bring myself to go to the beach. It’s hard to walk the streets, to shop, to...