It’s Q & A time. In the comments section (or via email, if you prefer), ask me any question, serious or funny. Anything you want to know about me, my thoughts, my opinions, etc. I’ll take all questions and answer them in one blog post. Just think of it as everything you always wanted to know about Liza but were afraid to ask… Tweet
What follows below is an excerpt from a piece I recently wrote for Pajamas Media. The piece can be read in its entirety here. The first time I was accused of “stealing food” was back in the late 1980s. It was World Fair week on my Boston-based college campus, and representatives from several of the other Middle Eastern student groups accused us, the Israelis, of “stealing”...
The Hebrew calendar is not usually the calendar I use – indeed, I would be hard-pressed to name the months, and listing them in the proper order is simply beyond the scope of my abilities. That being said, however, I can tell you that, according to the Hebrew calendar, 14 years ago today (or rather, tomorrow, if we are going to get technical about it), I was at the Safari in...
I admit it. I love the Internet. I love the opportunities it offers, I love having so much information at my fingertips. I love social networking sites and chat applications, and I love the way the Internet makes it so easy for me to keep tabs on friends and loved ones, no matter where they are in the world. When you think about it, it’s quite amazing, really. We have...
Little One: Mommy, do you want shushi? Me: Sushi. Little One: Shusi? Me: Sushi. Little One: Susi? Me: Sushi. Little One: Sushi. Ok. Mommy, do you want shushi? Tweet
This coming January will mark eleven years since we lost our first son, and while the brunt of this tragic episode is long behind us, I suspect that the repercussions will last forever. There will always be little reminders, times when I will be taken by surprise, moments that will cause me to hesitate, to pause before reacting. I am at a loss as to how to respond when a...
Butt. Poop. Budge. Intrigued? Amused? Slightly repulsed? Join the club. These were just three of the new words that the Little One learned to use with great gusto during his two weeks in an American day camp last month. Of course, it now seems like ages since we were in the US, but the reality is that we’ve been back for just over a week. Truly, we had a month filled...
The Little One and I are in the swimming pool, and he is holding onto me. Suddenly, he reaches out, pulls at the top part of my bathing suit and peers inside. “Little One,” I said, removing his hand from the striped fabric. “You can’t do that. There are other people around.” “But Mommy,” he said innocently. ” I just wanted to...
Greetings, my faithful readers. Those of you who have been reading this blog for at least the past month should be well-aware of the little saga involving a certain song (“Thank You”, by Lionel Bastos) I received for my birthday, a song that I’d been searching for on and off for eight years. Following that post, a number of people asked how they could hear...
When I gave birth to the Little One, I almost died. The pregnancy itself had been a difficult one. Questionable genetics combined with a bad obstetric history (and that would be putting it mildly) dictated that I would be watched carefully, and that we would always err on the side of caution. Once we cleared the initial genetic hurdles, I found myself faced with such issues as...