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Eater, Eating, Eaten

Once, there was a lot of treyf in my life. Cheeseburgers, the kind with bacon, that I ate with my mom at the food court in the mall. Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches. Lobsters, crabs, and fried clams in the…

Orientation

Today I saw a clump of folks on Broadway wearing t shirts that said “Columbia University Class of 2014.” I watched them, trying not to be creepy, wondering reflexively if any of them were Jewish. This is the first time…

Equality Day

When I was growing up, we drank tea. Lipton, with milk and sugar, two bags sometimes. I haven’t craved it in years, having thrown it over in college for coffee, or in emergencies, green tea, caffeinated. My mother and grandmother…

The Delusion

Let’s just say that I contemplated every possible way to avoid blogging about the Israeli Soldier Facebook Photo Incident. The fact that I now am is the result of the fact that, like a lot of other people, I can’t…

The Entitled

On Shabbat, the American children take over the perpetual soccer game across the street. They are exponentially whinier than the Israeli children. They are far less interested in the rules than in each having a turn (or five) to hit…

Everyday Acts

On a blistering, sunny Thursday morning in Jerusalem, I meet a group of folks from Shovrim Shtika (Breaking the Silence) for a tour of Hebron. In true Israel fashion, there’s someone I know taking the tour, S, a Phd student…

Impact

In Jerusalem, I sleep like the dead. I sleep like someone who’s had every second of the last ten days scheduled, like someone who has hiked, climbed, schlepped and sweated across Israel with 38-44 people in tow at all times.…

Trepidation

It’s like I’m staring down the barrel of something. Not a gun, that’s too dramatic, but something that you’d stare down in a moment of pure adrenaline and uncertainty and fear, if those things could ever go together. I leave…

Daniel Sieradski