Category Archives: Identity

Behind “The Chair,” or Why I Am Learning Hairdressing

In mid-June 2015 after thirty years of grieving and mourning and completing the latest version of a grief memoir, I wanted to do something superficial and light, so I signed up for a course in hairdressing. During the last four … Continue reading

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How Blogging 101 Heightened the Boycotting Issue

Yesterday was the final day of Blogging 101, a free course offered by the happiness team at WordPressU. I think it’s fair to say I failed. The course is wonderful if you have four-six hours/day for blogging business. That includes … Continue reading

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My Israeli Skin

I spent an hour waiting in the hall at the Population and Immigration Authority of the Ministry of Interior last week. I held number  138; 98 was being serviced upon my arrival. I hadn’t been in this hall for a … Continue reading

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Wizards of Immigration

On Monday I took my two eldest grand kids, five and seven, to see a Hebrew production of The Wizard of Oz at the Abba Hushi Auditorium in Haifa, because I wanted to introduce my Israeli grand kids to the … Continue reading

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Untitled

Those of you who follow my blog will understand that this photo means I am an honest woman. I said in my March blog post that I would paint my front door blue, in tribute to the blue city of … Continue reading

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Plant Strong and Pillar of Defense

A few years ago I realized I didn’t know how to eat. I knew how to chew and swallow, but I didn’t know what to eat, how much and when. In an attempt to figure this out, I flirted with … Continue reading

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Ritual Walk

 When Daughter asked me to read the monitor that had been attached to her belly for twenty-four hours, I confused the numbers. Feelings of incompetence increased when I returned from the food court with an omelette sandwich for Son-in-law that … Continue reading

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The Shofar Has Roared, Who Shall Not Fear?

For dessert I served poached pears to my pregnant daughter and pregnant daughter-in-law. As I sat down I heard a knock at the front door. Standing in the heat of the Rosh Hashana afternoon was a man wearing a white … Continue reading

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I Remember You Well

I wanted a Walk-In rabbi. I was on West 24th Street in New York City. My mother was dying in Cleveland (“I can’t believe she’ll be alive in two weeks,” the hospice nurse had told me in a frank telephone … Continue reading

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Who Is A Zionist?

     In a family of five, one is always an outsider. This is the child who shies away from the camera, goes abroad and stays.  Often it’s the middle child; she can’t find her place. The eldest has a role; … Continue reading

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