Observations about life in Israel from a Canadian immigrant's perspective.
“We want to get married.” “Mazal Tov! When?” “Three days after you get back from your trip. In your garden.” I could see Amir waving his hands frantically as if he were guiding a Boeing-747 down the runway. He himself was flying — and it was into panic mode. “I love garden weddings,” I replied calmly.… Continue reading The Circle of Life
Mother always gave me paper whites. Each December, she would hand me a gift-wrapped pot with bulbs poking out of rocks. It didn’t look like much. I would be depressed by the onset of winter, a time when horizon and ground melded, the dark, drab sky perfectly morphing into the dark, drab concrete; and when… Continue reading Mother Gave Me Paper Whites
Life in Israel 