Isdoud in the Spring

One month ago today I was in Isdoud with my parents. I was listening to my father tell me who owned all of the orchards and which classrooms in his school were for what grade, and watching my mother pick what seemed like bushels of khobayza and shomer just so she could make us a meal from... Continue Reading →



The past few weeks have essentially consisted of me finishing up interviews with amazing people, spending time with friends, and living in a state of denial about my departure. Eventually, I had to just call my hosts in Haifa and say "I'm coming on this day to stay the night before going to the border."... Continue Reading →

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