

Sisyphus' Happiness
You would think after all this time, it wouldn't scare me. But it's back. The roaring jets that shake the windows and quicken your pulse. I hadn't heard them in some time, and it felt like I had forgotten. And at that moment, I felt the gravity of it all pull me down; because the sound was back and it was an unignorable omen. I thought of all the mothers and fathers who have lived through war. Who felt scared and anxious and overwhelmed, but could only express these feelings


The boxes
The hostages are coming home. And I feel…quiet. I don’t know why I am not jumping around, dancing, handing out candy. This is what we...


Whatever you are, be a good one
For kibbutznikim, hard work isn’t just a value—it’s an identity. Stemming from a leftover pillar of communism, the belief persists that...


3 Things Never to Say to a Socialist
You’re Communists I’m going to write this bold for those in the back: Socialism ≠ Communism Do not call a socialist– or a kibbutznik –...


It’s Just Another Lemon Tree
Note: these posts will not be in any sort of chronological order, but just based on what my brain decides on any given day. This story is...



