Israel

Red Alert on my Nightstand

The siren goes off, and I imagine it: my family and friends rushing to their bomb shelters, waiting for the all-clear, hearing the explosive booms overhead, and praying that the walls hold and the building stays standing.

Taking Down the Yellow Ribbons

I thought I would be excited to move on. But my mixed emotions at changing the decor that has been my daily view for two years remind me that the street I live on can’t just go back to before October 7th.