There’s time.

Five in the morning, again. There was a period of oh, at least five years, when every New Year’s Day found me at five in the morning sitting at a certain table in the corner of a certain bar in Tel Aviv. Two of those years I’d spent New Year’s Eve...

Blogging Therapy: Finding your voice

I’m so glad no one has asked (yet) what you do when you lose a post, because I don’t have a good answer (yet). Let’s just say — for now — that this is the second time I’m writing number thirteen in our weekly series about taking the...
The Fluent Self