Diary Entry: Days 28 and 29 – Heart Stickers
Written from Tel Aviv Port There is no shelter here, reads the sign blowing in the wind taped to the glass door. I have walked from one end of the namal (port) to the other looking
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Written from Tel Aviv Port There is no shelter here, reads the sign blowing in the wind taped to the glass door. I have walked from one end of the namal (port) to the other looking
3 November, 2023 On Monday night we had a sliver of light in the darkness. We rejoiced at the brave rescue of one of the hostages, Ori Megidish, 19 years old, from a Gaza tunnel, by
We are all adjusting to the new “normal”. The cells in our body are now attuned to differentiate sound. Sensitive to the difference between thunder and fighter planes roaring in the distance. Attuned now to the
8 October, 2023 It’s my daughter yelling “airplane!” in excitement as a fighter jet flies overhead. It’s my little nephew coming home early from shul to put on his uniform and go before the dancing has
A morning with 2 pairs of namesWhich ones will set the toneThe lives of two so tragically lostOr the other two, finally home 2 angels departed2 more just returned The rays of sunlightFight battles with the
25 October, 2023 The war in Israel – Day 18 The first few days there was shock in the air. We might have to go in the mamad 1 at any time. I didn’t want to
I am a Jew. Always have been, always will be. There was never a moment in my life that I can remember that I had to be taught that, or have it explained to me. There
An Israeli Evening of Giving – 28.11.2023 Last night I was jotting down some notes in answer to the question, “How do you cope and what gives you joy during the current times of war?” asked
My brain on Day 16 of war. I need frozen broccoli and I should go say ten chapters of Tehillim (Psalms). The laundry basket is overflowing and the images of burned bodies I accidentally saw on social media are seared
Ninety-seven walk through glue days.In a row.Soul rubbed raw. For better or worse, the inside of everything is showing now. My eyes are dust. The harshest imagesdefy tears.I cry only from that which is tender. Too