Observations about life in Israel from a Canadian immigrant's perspective.
Her bedroom is empty. The bed is stripped, the shelves bare, the dresses that were once slumped on a chair are replaced by a single zipped bag hanging on a hook. It's her wedding dress: retired and out of service. My daughter just had her one-month wedding anniversary. Some four weeks ago, this very room… Continue reading New home in our Jewish land
Facing each other and clutching a plate between our hands, we hold our arms out, lift gently, then lower. I take a deep breath. My partner lets go and I hold on firmly, lowering the china plate to the floor. “You have to let go,” she says gently. “Let’s try again.” I take another deep… Continue reading Letting Go
Life in Israel 