"You can feel the death here," said my roommate of a few days, as we passed each other at the Nova Festival site, after each exploring it on our own for about fifteen minutes. A casual remark said without any emotion, on a beautiful sunny day at around 5pm - the time of day where you have to be careful which side you take a picture from, as one way will face the shining sun as it gets ready to set, and the other will give your shot exquisite lighting.

To imagine mastering a practice with such grace, that you could be stolen by a terrorist group and manage to not just sustain your own light but spread it - teach it - bringing light into the darkest tunnels of horror - that is nothing short of holy work.

Out of 250 faces of strangers all over Tel Aviv, Itay's was the one that leaped off the page and straight into my heart.

What must it be like to be laid to rest after all you've been through? The 98 days alive in Gaza - and the 326 days not?

"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," wrote Tennessee Williams for his classic play "A Streetcar Named Desire," for the...

I fell in love with Israel because I fell in love with its people.

I made it back to Israel, despite the constant warnings on my phone of escalations with Hezbollah, and now a declaration of a Third...

We are bound in our love for each other and our rich past, entwined in our current struggles and standing as one in a vow for our future.

Six months ago yesterday, 133 people woke up on a fairly normal Thursday. Some were up with the sun practicing yoga, while others made...

It had seemed like such a good idea, after 37 days of tears by myself in Charlotte. The families of the hostages had been on every...