Actions speak louder than words is the theme of this post, both in our personal lives as well as in war and politics, as sadly what Israel has had to learn from decades of "negotiating" with terrorists only to then be fooled is that one cannot trust a partner who does not operate in good faith, as our enemy does not empathize with our situation the way many of us did with the plight of the Palestinians.

Our hearts break and bleed blood orange, yet our screams are heard and scrolled past.

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.

These girls were the eyes of Israel. They were tasked with watching the border with Gaza - that's it - and they saw this attack was coming.

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

I think we did at least. It depends on which channel you turn on here in Israel. On one, it said "Nasrallah chu-sal." Ma ze chu-sal?...

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