Everyone I know is pregnant or trying to get pregnant. Well, everyone except me. The other day I felt like a hostage as I sat around with moms discussing daycare options over lunch. During my regular Target shopping spree, I became harried going through racks of baby clothes as I searched for a gift for… Continue reading Mothers/Submission for "Personal Essay Clinic: Writing about About Family" Class
I’ve had to give up on a lot of dreams. As a child, when I didn’t grow past 5’3,” I let go of the momentary dream of being a firefighter. I gave up the dream of becoming a fashion illustrator when I realized I would never be able to afford the art supplies I would… Continue reading On Dreaming or The Sarah Lawrence Obsession
“White people sensitivity training” was a subject that came up in conversation the other day amongst my friends. We were really discussing how people from disparate cultures, classes and backgrounds can react in a “peculiar” way to different situations. Sometimes, the disconnect between two groups of people is so unsurmountable that they might need “(insert… Continue reading White People Sensitivity Training
Gosh, I guess I never really noticed that the NY Times was extremely biased against Israel. I didn’t really read the news every day before coming to Israel. Now I read it just about every hour. Really, that’s about all that’s changed in my life since the war started. I was afraid to get on… Continue reading We should boycott the New York Times
So, I don’t know my way around and I’m scared to get into cabs. I don’t speak the primary language but mostly, I love it here. It’s hard to explain why. Today, during Shabbos, we walked to the Western Wall to have our third Shabbos meal. The food was awful but I had the strangest… Continue reading Shabbos 2 in Israel
Food: Discovered that Kosher Delight delivers to Harlem and like, ANYWHERE, in New York City. http://www.kdexpress.com/ Shopping: Own new skirt. Devora owns new sweaters. My sister owns new sweatshirt. Heart Condition: Terminal. To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Memoirs of a Jewminicana 