Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Will Scar Me Forever

Do you have moments when you just want to bury your face in your hands and shout, "Those @#$%*@# bullies!"¬†Know what I mean? A few days ago I was babysitting an adorable two-year-old. We were at the playground, and I was waiting for him at the bottom of the hill while he skated down on… Continue reading Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Will Scar Me Forever

Where I Was On 9/11

On September 11th, 2001, I got up and went to school, said "Good morning!" to a friend, and she snapped, "No. Bad morning." I was ten years old and had just started fifth grade at Orot Etzion in Efrat. I loathed my new homeroom teacher. We didn't have a TV. If my parents had heard… Continue reading Where I Was On 9/11