Mothering

At 02:40 on October 19th, 1981 I became a mother. At 02:39, I still was not. I'd lived mostly for myself, primarily inside myself. At 02:41 there was a brand new human being, a waxy-coated, grimacing, lost little body, still attached to me inside, lying on my sweating skin, wrapping herself in the folds of…

New York

"…once, while walking around The Irish town of Ballyvaughan I caught myself longing to be in Ballyvaughan. The sensation of being homesick For a place that is not my home While being right in the middle of it…." Billy Collins, “Bashō in Ireland” As our car inched past Tompkins Square Park in the late afternoon…

Shloime

With nothing more than a crystal ashtray in my hand, I ventured deeper into the dark. I couldn't make out the two other figures in the room, but could sense their maleness. I hadn't consented to this encounter, but couldn't have refused. We were engaged in a game which, like most games, meant more than…

The Story in Folds

It could be said that my lifetime quest for the perfect measure of communication began when I let go of my mother's hand and was gently pushed into nursery school. In that one moment, the world expanded, and I discovered that Yiddish, my mother tongue, the language in which I had learned about and knew…

In the meantime…

While rummaging through the drawer for the next blog posts, I came across my book, The Other's Other, lying about gathering dust. This 8-year project did find a publisher, but not much press, so to speak. If you are interested in the subject of Arabs in Israel, these excerpts will give you a glimpse through my eyes,…

The Other’s Other: Reflections and Opacities in an Arab College in Israel (Excerpts) 

The Second Lebanon War started on July 12, 2006 with the kidnapping by the Hezbollah of two Israeli soldiers, Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev, and the shelling of the army outpost on the Golan. Within a few days, events spun out of control. I was visiting from Israel with my daughter in Berkeley when I…