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
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
Just when I thought I could continue to live my life based on my own choices, I had to go and read a blog post.
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
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 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
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