Devorah Blachor
In Jane Austen’s day, the universally acknowledged truth was that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Today, the truth goes something like this: A single man in possession of rock star status will date and marry a supermodel, an actress or a woman who looks […]
On July 4, 2000, Lou Reed played a concert at the Cinerama in Tel Aviv. I was living in Jerusalem and there was no doubt that I’d go. Lou Reed brought me back to the time when I defined myself by music. As a teenager I liked alternative music, therefore I was alternative. I didn’t […]
A few weeks ago my son Cai was playing soccer with another boy, who I’ll call Peter. More than a year younger than Cai and considerably shorter, Peter turned out to have a ferocious competitive streak not yet tempered by the “winning doesn’t matter” ethos. He was bossy and shouted frequently, and finally Cai shrugged […]
When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband and I told our 3-year-old son, Cai, that he could name the baby. This would help him feel like an important family member before his universe collapsed. “O.K.,” Cai said. “Her name is Mary.” No, it’s not, I thought. I wasn’t worried. I knew that […]