To the invaluable human soul behind the screen reading my words, I want to talk to you about this week. Sunday the semester starts, and that's not enough time to recover from the emotional impact of this week's events. It's not fair. Yesterday, a crazy person killed a baby with a car. Today, both Jews… Continue reading To You, With Love From A Fellow Human
Tag: security
Women Talk to a Wall – and Get Arrested
On the first day of every Jewish month, women all over the world hold their breath. Some of us cross our fingers; some of us pray or meditate. Some of us can't be there to support them, so wherever we are we hold still and hope really hard that the Women of the Wall don’t… Continue reading Women Talk to a Wall – and Get Arrested
The Right To Bear Arms and The Right To Be Protected Against Them
I get off the bus at the university, and three things happen: I'm asked for ID, my bag is searched and I walk through a metal detector. Every single day. When I go to the mall, the same routine. When I eat out, a security guard sits outside the restaurant. When I was in elementary… Continue reading The Right To Bear Arms and The Right To Be Protected Against Them
Stand With Israel, Chances Are You Owe Us One
Being a university student means occasionally getting emails from the Dean's office. But how often do they say something like this: "Due to the security situation, students wishing to host relatives and friends from the South of Israel in their dormitories may file a request." Only in Israel would the Dean's Office give permission to… Continue reading Stand With Israel, Chances Are You Owe Us One
Mom, Dad, Couldn’t You Have Used A Better Picture?
So, is he really home? It seems so hard to believe. Only a few months ago we were watching so many protests which appeared to have no effect at all. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there's a deal for his release. Before we know it, there are photos of him hugging his family. How did that… Continue reading Mom, Dad, Couldn’t You Have Used A Better Picture?
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
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