On a chilly Friday night in February, Rami and I sat in our living room with a few friends, laughing and sharing stories. All the men in the room sipped whiskey while my sister-in-law and I drank water and cradled our round bellies. I was 38 weeks and 4 days pregnant. The tiny human life … Continue reading The Birth of Ellarie Kate
I’ve sat down at my computer several times over the last year and thought, “How will I write about this? If we are to get pregnant, how will I ever put into words what these 6 years have been like.” And I’m still not really sure.. so here goes. If you’ve known Rami and I … Continue reading A Story of IVF
Sallie Sue was a pistol. A bilingual native Texan raised on a cotton farm in El Paso with her sister, Linda. She had a baby chick named “Little Peep.” She was taught to be polished and well-mannered. She studied at Hardin-Simmons and loved Abilene, TX- the rodeos and driving downtown and a boy named Charlie. … Continue reading Sallie Sue
What is home? Home is the warmth I feel from the crook of Rami’s neck on the bridge of my nose when I can’t deal with the world. It’s stifled laughter and exchanged looks between my brother, dad and I as my mom performs a spontaneous musical monologue about a loaf of bread. … Continue reading Home
I loved riding my bike as a kid. From the time I got one when I was 6, I would ride the streets of my neighborhood on my own or with my family. We would go to the park or to Boot’s Burgers or 7-11 for slurpees. Many times on my bike were spent pondering … Continue reading The Bike and I
I love the way open-air markets feel- a perfect compilation of a thousand assorted stimuli that should overwhelm, but somehow manage to enchant. Tinking wind chimes ring through the air as crowds push past you. With each turn down a different street, a new scent emerges: sweet incense, raw fish, coffee roasting, dried herbs. The … Continue reading Akko: Textural Tapestry
The minutes ticked by slowly as I sat wedged between two pungent Russian men in an airport jail, sleep deprived and messy-haired. I was one of two blondes in the room, and the only one wearing a pink polka-dot backpack. I remember hearing Rami yelling outside the room frantically in Hebrew at the all-but-comatose personnel … Continue reading Welcome to the Country
