The Beginning of an End

The Beginning of an End

The Beginning of an End On Monday this week, twenty hostages returned home alive, after 738 days in captivity. My husband and I went to one of the hospitals where the hostages were being brought for recovery to welcome them, to sing, to be part of the moment. It was...
Happy Birthday (to me)!

Happy Birthday (to me)!

Happy Birthday (to me)!   For me, birthdays are not “just another day.” ​ I’m always grateful for the wishes and gifts, each a sweet reminder of connection. ​ At the same time a birthday is where past meets future, where gratitude for what has been collides with...
The fog of the day after

The fog of the day after

The fog of the day after   Ceasefire. The moment we all wanted. The skies opened, schools reopened, cafés filled, parties resumed. Just like that, we were told: go back to normal. But my body didn’t get the memo. I woke up the next day to a fog that wouldn’t...
Home

Home

Home   We’re home. Since I last wrote to you from a borrowed sofa in London, we landed in Israel on an El Al rescue flight after being stranded abroad. Minus 2 suitcases but home nevertheless.I never imagined how emotional it would be to walk through passport...