Wednesday, September 01, 2010

You can't stop us!

"Terror will not determine Israel's borders or the future of the settlements." Natanyahu said after 4 people were murdered for traveling in a car that was determined shootable by the neighborhood terrorists. That's right, Natanyahu, you let them know! They can kill us all they want, it won't stop us from giving them what they want! Take your best shots - at close range, if you so desire... but don't think for a second that that will force us to take peace off the table. We're going to give you our land if it's the last thing we do... So don't stop terrorizing on account of consequences, cuz the worst thing that can happen is you'll end up in an Israeli prison being thought of as a hero by your neighbors and friends outside the slammer, while inside the slammer enjoying all the wonderful benefits that come with a "life sentance" in an Israeli jail...until we decide your more worth it to us to be set free to kill and spread hatred again in exchange for ummm, the ever elusive peace. You can't stop us!

Monday, August 24, 2009

All Growed Up...On Paper

On paper I do seem like an adult.
I'm in my 30's, have a son, bought an apartment, I am the director of a youth program...
But in the mirror with my denim skirt & T-shirt look I look that much different than high school... except I'm now covering my hair and toting my son.
It doesn't bother me, and I'm not sure if it should...

Friday, July 31, 2009

9 Av

How to make Tisha B'av more meaningful for next year...

Monday, July 27, 2009


"What do you do when you realize that all your dreams have come true?"
- Coyote Ugly

For a long time I have dreamed of running an organization aimed at helping English speaking teens living in Israel. Today I was offered the chance.
So why am I hesitant? Is it because I really want to be a stay at home mom? Or is it more that I'm afraid of failing. Being handed this huge opportunity, with a huge risk of failure, after years of talk that I can do it better.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Just Stop!

I don't know which bothers me more - the chillul Hashem from the overflow of chareidi bashing comments after every stupid protest in Geula/Meah Shearim, or the stupid protesters who bring about chillul Hashem with every move they make.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

3 Years

It may seem weird that I haven't written in so long, and boom there's a poem. Not so weird. Sorry. I have written here a few times, and just have not posted what I've written. Why not? 'Cuz I'm not sure if I like where I stand on the political issue that bothers me the most, Gilad Shalit.

I would like to say go get him at any cost. We should not be held captive by their kidnapping. The "palestinian" people (for lack of a better name), should fear what would happen if their goons kidnap an Israeli (soldier or civilian) in the future. Instead, they see us not making any moves, they see their little campaign has paid off big time. Yes, I think risk lives to bring him back. Make a big deal about it. Have the world look at us in disbelief. Yes, people could die. He could die. Those sent in to bring him home can die. I would like to say it's worth it. My husband thinks it's great I'm not making those decisions. I guess I do too.

What happens if we do send in soldiers and they don't come back? What happens if he were to be killed due to our mission? What if the soldiers we send in are taken captive. Now we've handed them ammunition. Not cool. But trading those we have in our prisons, people put in prison because we saw them as a danger to society, a threat to our way of living (you know, the walking on the street without being afraid the bus next to you is about to blow up type of living), ok - a threat to our very lives for him? Also, not cool. How many people are going to die because we made a deal with the devil to free one life and bring him home? All of our sodiers will be at risk for being ambushed & kidnapped. But he's alive. He's waiting for us to bring him home. His family is waiting. Each day you wake up, buy a cup of coffee, read the paper, go to work/school/or do whatever you have planned for that day, is another day that he is in the hands of his enemy. Another day at their mercy, without knowing if his nightmare is going to end.

So, why today? Why did I decide to write it out now? I'm not sure. That's the truth. I walk by the demonstration tent on a fairly regular basis. They want you to sign a petition to bring him home. They list the number of days he's been captive for. This week marks the third year he's been held. (Sunday according to the Jewish calendar, tomorrow according to the Gregorian calendar). Something needs to be done.

I am glad I don't make these types of decisions... I just wish someone in our government would.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Playing In The Wind

I watch as they play together, the purples and yellows.
Up and down the street they run.
Swirling, twirling, and gliding together.
They leap up, and dance their ways back down to the ground.
I glance up at the flowers still on the trees and wonder,
Are they waiting for their turns to fall to the street and play,
Or clinging to the tree hoping they're not next?