when you dare to think one of your pics is good – not just “not terrible” but actually good when you dare to think some of your pics are good when you dare to set up a web home for … Continue reading
I used to stare at abstract art and think: I don’t understand this. I’ve no idea what I’m supposed to be seeing here. They’re talking a language I don’t understand, and there doesn’t seem to be a dictionary available. And … Continue reading
Yes, 1 July 2002 is the day I was born again.
If you don't know what being born again means, don't worry, I didn't either until it happened. Growing up in a Jewish home in Israel, you don't hear about this stuff. And even going to church - well, it varies. The churches I attended didn't tend to talk about it, and when I heard people use this term it meant nothing to me, it was as though they were talking Chinese.
I have always, as long as I can remember, felt like an alien, like someone who doesn’t fit in. Socially awkward. Easily tongue-tied. Very often feeling like I don’t know what normal people would say in a given situation and … Continue reading
I’m reading a novel about a Hassidic Jewish boy who was born with a gift. He is under pressure from his father to turn his back on what his papa regards as “foolishness”, but Asher simply can’t stop drawing, the … Continue reading
The reboot worked! Hooray! I’m glad I didn’t stay with the 6.30 wake-up time though – that felt a bit over the top, and meant I was getting seriously sleepy at a ridiculous time in the evenings. I had images … Continue reading
It’s 4pm and I’ve just had a short rest with the newspaper and a cup of coffee. I’ve been up since around 7am and, for a change, at 4pm I feel like it’s actually afternoon and not the start of … Continue reading
or: Meirav Becomes a Grown-up Last week started with: oh dear, I’ve got a busy week ahead of me and there’s this big project that I have to finish in November and when will I be able to squeeze that … Continue reading
[Warning: this post contains pain. You may want to look away now. Especially if you've experienced domestic abuse.] Memories sometimes resurface even though you’ve dealt with stuff. Today I find myself remembering a day in June 1994, when I suddenly … Continue reading