If I ran Israel
You’re telling me there is a no smoking law in Israel- what did you smoke?
Before I moved to Israel I was forewarned that I might become addicted to cigarettes. My friends informed me that everyone smokes; it is a cultural pastime that is literally addicting.
Turns out I don’t need to even light up a cigarette to smoke a pack a day- instead I just...
Conda-poo-poo and the peace flu
I always know when Condoleezza Rice, or as I refer to her- Conda-poo-poo, is in town. While she has a lovely stay at Jerusalem’s most quality hotel, the David Citadel, the rest of us suffer with traffic jams, road blocks and an outbreak of the peace flu.
Conda-poo-poo isn’t...
Israel’s education system: 3 hours a day is sufficient
As most people returned to a normal workweek after the never ending Sukkot holiday, the teachers in my “little sister“‘s school in Jerusalem have decided that 3 hours a day for the next 3 months will give kids a decent education. You guessed it, the teachers are...
Police Poo Poo
I bike in Jerusalem. I take to the streets and pedal my tushy up the hills of gold. I sweat as I cut off crazy Israeli drivers and curse them under my breath. I don’t know how I do it but somehow I have never been in an accident and the helmet remains more of a fashion statement...
Sderot Protest? What Protest?
As Sderot continues to be bombed with Kassam rockets it has become clearer to me that the government really does not care. Is it because Sderot is not Tel Aviv or is it because they are not fighting loud enough?
Whatever the case may be, Sderot parents decided to take the matter...
Sunday Withdrawal
Three years after I moved to Israel I am still having Sunday withdrawal problems. There is no Sunday in Israel. No brunches or reading the thick Sunday paper until the newsprint is all over you and you are half-asleep on the couch by noon. I am beginning to think this is something...
Shalit’s Birthday
When you turn 21 years old in America it is always a cause for celebration. The 21st birthday equals freedom. You are finally an adult. Sure you were driving by 16, watching rated R movies by 17 and serving your country by 18, but 21 is the real moment when you can say give me a beer...
