You know the feeling when your favourite bar/pub/café shuts down? The place where you go to hang out with your friends, where you bump into people regularly who you might never get seriously close to but you always nod and … Continue reading
Remember you’re strong, they say. Remember all the stuff you’ve got through, you’ve survived… Well-intentioned social media memes, meant to encourage, but no, I can’t buy into this – I know the truth, I know how weak I really am, … Continue reading
Some rambly thoughts about my identity as an Israeli living in the UK & a Jew among Gentiles Continue reading
It feels like so much longer – almost like all that stuff happened to someone else. Which is a good sign, I think – a sign of healing, of moving on. And yet, I still remember the date. Still found myself … 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
This story goes back a few decades… When I was 15 I decided to leave school and get a job. School was boring, and leaving part-way through was clearly a step forward in my career as Black Sheep of the … Continue reading
This evening is the beginning of Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, and I find myself thinking back.
I’ve always been the sort of person who prefers the easy way of doing things. When I was living and working in London, with access to Oxford Street and all its shops every lunchtime, that meant buying things: ready-made meals for one, ready-made desserts in individual portions, even bags of prepared vegetables, peeled and sliced carrot batons, broccoli florets, shelled peas, mixtures of veg that were ready to just go in the microwave and accompany the ready-made individual-sized pie which I’d stick in the oven when I got home from work – ok, partly this was because I actually didn’t know how to cook… but partly this was the lifestyle I was living: rushing to work every day, always feeling short of time, and being surrounded by shops selling any kind of luxury, so basically I bought time, I paid money so that someone else would save me having to spend time on peeling carrots.