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I Am Hated For Who I Am

by | Jul 30, 2014 | Journal

I thought it would be better when I got back to LA. In some ways, it is. I haven’t heard an air raid siren since Saturday. Shrapnel isn’t likely to fall from the sky. The concept of war is not as aggressively in my face. I can no longer hear my...

When There Is Nothing Left To Say

by | Jul 20, 2014 | Journal

My work ethic keeps telling me that a blog post is long overdue. But as much as I try to bring myself to write one, I can’t. I’m in Tel Aviv right now, and it’s hard to bring myself to go to the beach. It’s hard to walk the streets, to shop, to...