Zadok Ben-David’s premonition: Art and the Pandemic

Zadok Ben-David’s premonition: Art and the Pandemic

After more than a year of social isolation, a period during which we’ve been told to keep our distance, avoid large gatherings and refrain from shaking hands or exchanging kisses hello, Zadok Ben-David’s installation at the Tel Aviv Museum of Art is nothing short of...

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Things that pass

Things that pass

“If there’s a siren, stop whatever you’re doing and hit the ground.” I look at my bike in its stand, all ready to be grabbed once I’ve finished my swim. I imagine myself calmly pulling over, placing it gently on the ground, gears up, and stretching out on the...

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Do you believe in magic?

Do you believe in magic?

Most of us do whether we realize it or not. Living in a world without superheroes, princes and princesses, angels, wish-granting genies and fairy tale endings would just be too harsh and one dimensional. Furthermore, it's precisely through stories and fables about...

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The Perils of City Life in the 21st Century

The Perils of City Life in the 21st Century

​One more beautiful night in Tel Aviv. My husband and I were spending that Shabbat, like many others, walking around, absorbing the vibe, trying to figure out whether it might be time to dump our Suburban life and move to the city. We were continually amazed by how...

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Clambering to the Light

Clambering to the Light

​The Shalva Band. If you haven't seen them perform: run, not walk. Or at least watch them on YouTube. I'm not sure we've made a big enough deal of this group of eight individuals that, although challenged by a variety of disabilities, managed to pull Israel together...

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Where’s the butter?

"Where's the butter?"It's a Friday morning like any other. I'm sorting through the groceries, putting away the items that need refrigeration. My husband shops for the family on Fridays. I get to skip that all-too-boring weekly ritual and he gets to chat up the...

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The Nauseating Attraction to Mussolini’s Legacy

The Nauseating Attraction to Mussolini’s Legacy

MAGA We all know what those initials stand for. Some of us aren't willing to say the full phrase out loud, many of us can't stomach the individual who spouts it at any given opportunity, but most of us don't know that this "concept" was co-opted. No, it's not a Trump...

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On trying to lead a Jewish life in Israel

On trying to lead a Jewish life in Israel

I've lived in Israel for almost thirty years and I still haven't figured it out. Although Jewish by birth, by history, by practice (back in the States)--there are times here in Israel, that I feel primarily Jewish by association. When I came here as a tourist, decades...

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One more giant leap backward

One more giant leap backward

​I typed in "Tree of Life Pittsburgh." The "thinking" swirl came on the screen of the search window for a second before being replaced by a network of  streets near Pittsburgh labeled: Squirrel Hill. Squirrel Hill. The gears and cogs in my head swung instantly into...

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I wrote a book…

I wrote a book…

I wrote a book. Count those words. There are only four. Such a simple sentence. But in reality, they add up to something quite monumental—at least in my life. I’ve got a real urge to climb the tallest mountain and shout them out to the high heavens: “I wrote a book!”...

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