Between bold neighbors treating our front-gate trash bin as communal property and the local "drop zone" for oversized junk, living in Israel keeps me hyper-aware of what we discard.
That Is So Trashy!
My Rotten Luck
On Oklahoma!, incoming projectiles, and the joy of composting.
When It Rains
I shared one of the ideas from this blog post with my middle kid. Verdict? "It's giving reverse Jesus."
Everything Old Is A-bloom Again
At the end of last week’s parsha, the Torah shifts into what appears to be a long genealogical list—Esav’s wives and children, the clans of Seir, the kings of Edom. But names matter in Torah. They remind us that who we are is shaped by who came before us, and that mesorah is built step... Continue Reading →
The Bal Tashchit Balabusta 