God, I miss ordinary things. It’s raining this afternoon. There is lightening that flashes green and purple and metallic, thunder that growls and claps and demands attention. I think I can tell the difference between the missile interceptions, the warplanes, and thunder. It’s hard to describe; maybe thunder is more crackling, more robust, more familiar. The light is blue from my window, the rain is tapping on the windows, on the roof, slipping into the house through the glass doors… And I...

I barely read the news anymore. Usually, I read the news all the time. Not obsessively, like many in the information era. But I check the news with the awareness and urgency that the news shapes my reality on a day-to-day, minute-to-minute basis. Once, my therapist (who is in America) said to me, "Why don't you put your phone in another room?" I laughed and said that my phone is a lifeline for an ever-changing environment. It tells me when I'm in danger. Often, the news, as chaotic and...

I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to belong to an ancient people. I'm amused by the antisemites who come to my page to negate Jewish history- from our origin and modern life. Who blame and point fingers and literally laugh at our suffering. Who lie and twist and leave little droplets of hate on my page. Because their ignorance or their vileness bleeds out from their comments. It reflects nothing on me when trolls try to shame me, erase me, and wish for my d*ath. I'm writing...