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...
When the skies closed and the sirens opened

When the skies closed and the sirens opened

Why don’t we talk about it?   I’m writing this from a borrowed sofa in North London, wrapped in somebody else’s spare blanket, whispering good-night to our youngest in Israel over FaceTime while the Iron Dome fires behind her window. One week ago, my husband and...
Why don’t we talk about it?

Why don’t we talk about it?

Why don’t we talk about it? What I’m about to share affects millions of women—quietly, invisibly, and often without the words or space to say, “This is what I’m going through.”​ So if you live with, work with, love, raise or interact with women in any way… (and of...
Why not both?

Why not both?

Why do both? A client said something in a session that made me pause. “You know the saying: Would you rather be right or happy?”She asked.Then added, “Why can’t I be both?” I paused.And then I smiled. Because… why not both? As if being right and being happy are...
Are you winning at life?

Are you winning at life?

Are you winning at life? Are you winning at life? Good question? Maybe for clickbait—but not so much for real life. Because life isn’t a game you win or lose. It’s messy, beautiful, challenging and always evolving. Sure, there are areas where you’re thriving, feeling...
When You’re Stuck in a Problem

When You’re Stuck in a Problem

When You’re Stuck in a Problem It starts as something small. A disagreement. A mistake. A missed expectation. Then suddenly, it spirals. I remember a time I had an argument with someone close to me. It was one of those frustrating, circular conversations where neither...
Freedom

Freedom

Freedom “Even when I’m resting… I’m not really resting.” ​ That’s how she started our conversation. A brilliant, capable leader. ​ From the outside? She looks like someone who’s got it all under control. ​ But inside? Her inner voice doesn’t stop....