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Barefoot kibbutz children make for good photo ops

My barefoot daughter walking along the sidewalk of our kibbutz

Ode to Found Love on Kibbutz

Flowers, dirt, and stray cats
Dogs that bark at midnight
The cow-infused downwind from the refet at 4:30 pm…
My children at 4:30 pm…
My husband at 4:30 pm…

Taking the trash out in my pajamas
Dressing up in grownup clothes for Shabbat
Singing Shiru L’adonai

Picking up snails, picking up trash
Picking up friends at the park
Showing up.
Speaking up… when I’m afraid to speak at all.

Finding out someone else is pregnant
Thanking God it’s not me.

Breathing in shnitzel,  shwarma, and secondhand smoke

The beach and the sunset and the Jerusalem stone
And the kibbutz children, my children
Who pepper my pictures with delight.

I wrote a letter to a friend

I wrote a letter to a friend today and inside that letter — which was not a letter but something like a letter sent by…

Gem in the Galilee

My dad and my husband have this routine: My dad, an archaeology enthusiast, always keeps his eyes peeled for the undiscovered artifact when he visits Israel. My…

If it was a place

If it was a place — cognitive dissonance, it would be here, Israel. Where in one swift shift I move from embarrassment (I forgot about swimming lessons)…

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