“Next year in Jerusalem.”

Originally featured on Arutz Sheva. I used to say that automatically, without much thought. Sure, I had been dreaming of Israel since childhood, but the concept of living in Israel was still a nebulous thought, a reality that seemed far removed from this bastion of Western Civilization, the United States. Fast forward to Pesach of… Continue reading “Next year in Jerusalem.”


It was another day, another dollar (so to speak). I’ve been falling into a bit of chaos in my life lately; not exactly anything unmanageable, but the kind of anxiety that sneaks into your sleeping schedule (or lack thereof), poisons your dreams with fear and stress, and prevents you from feeling like a normal, functioning… Continue reading Two