She/Her. Coffee and cat lover. Film and television enthusiast. Random thought thinker. If only every decade could be as cool as the 90s.
Paving a Path to Inner Peace Through the Art of Cooking
I’ve been a foodie my entire life. I grew up in Israel and was raised on a mostly Mediterranean diet, rich in flavor, full of pungent spices like harissa and cumin, powerful curry and delicate saffron, and fresh herbs like cilantro and parsley. By partaking in hummus, falafel, shawarma, diced salads, cabbage slaw, eggplant marinades, potato-stuffed pies, and other culturally diverse cuisine, including a myriad of desserts, I developed quite the culinary palate.
Lucy lay in bed asleep as the deep purple sky began to lighten with the sun’s morning rays; inching their way through the mini blinds of her windows, tiny particles dancing in the light.
Sundays at the Diner
They met every Sunday morning at the local diner on Rose Avenue, between Foster and Evergreen. The large, open space was adorned with dim lamps, and photos of patrons covered the walls. The atmosphere was cozy, the menu simple, and the staff, friendly and unpretentious.
Remembering Garry Marshall, Five Years Later
I grew up in Israel in the 1980s, at a time when the whole country had exactly two local television stations. There was so little viewing content that by nighttime both channels would display that familiar multi-colored screen accompanied by a piercing whine until the following day.
The Cat in the Barn
“Sounds great everyone, let’s reconnect this coming Tuesday to see where we are at,” Beth said as she waved bye to her team on the monitor and turned her chair away from the make-shift desk.
When Traveling to Israel Jachnun is a Must!
When I was a little girl, my favorite place to spend Shabbat was at my grandparents’ home, in the Jewish Yemenite village of Tirat Shalom, Israel. My maternal grandfather, Shalom, had migrated to Israel from Yemen via boat at the age of five. He was a man of few words, but well respected in town as the cantor of the nearby synagogue. He lived with my maternal grandmother, or as we called her, Savta Rivka, in a modest 2-bedroom house that he built.
What Paris Taught Me About its Culture and Cuisine
Bonjour Paris! Is there anything better than walking down a cobblestone street full of pâtisseries in Paris as the scent of sweet petits fours and freshly baked baguettes wafts by? Not much else comes to mind, except maybe the surrounding scenery.
- First Place in True Crime Challenge
The Crime of the Century in Christchurch, New Zealand
When a gruesome murder took place in the quiet, conservative town of Christchurch, New Zealand in the summer of 1954, it sent shockwaves through the nation, garnering international headlines. The victim, 45-year-old Honora Parker, was bludgeoned to death in broad daylight with a brick in a nylon. The assailants? Her 16-year-old daughter Pauline Parker, and Pauline’s closest friend, 15-year-old Juliet Hulme.