Like a child running to hide behind her mother's skirt, I ran back to America. And like that child, I found that it did no good. It didn't erase the big, frightening world out there. In my case, Aliyah did not fail me. I failed myself. I gave up when we were on the brink… Continue reading Failure?
"So do Jews hate Jesus?" a coworker asked me the other week. The question itself wasn't particularly disturbing; I knew it was asked out of genuine curiosity and naivety. But the truly unsettling part was the remembrance that I was in exile. A stranger in a strange land. I had gone from living in Israel… Continue reading Exile