We had dinner with (vaccinated) friends recently. We moved on to the topic of #vaccination (as one does), and they commented that while the value of the #COVID19vaccines is pretty clear at this point, they can understand that many people are hesitant to be vaccinated because they are concerned about the long-term effects of the…… Continue reading Thoughts about concern about the long-term effects of the vaccine
Israel is going into another national lockdown this weekend, for three weeks. It’s controversial (as are most things in Israel these days), and the cost to our economy will likely be substantial. At the same time, our COVID-19 infection rate seems to be out of control.
I went for a walk to do some shopping this morning. One of the cool benefits of our new city center is a convenient, short tunnel to the mall. It was nice to be out, roaming around the city a little, even with a mask taped to my face (it stops fogging up my sunglasses!).… Continue reading Light at the end of a short tunnel
My father passed away 17 years ago, today (at least based on the Hebrew calendar – he passed away on 12 July 2003). This week we also join our cousins, and aunt in mourning our uncle who passed away last week.
My family suffered a tragic loss this week due to the coronavirus. Last night, I read Om Malik’s post “The Pain of Distance”, and noticing reality tapping you on the shoulder – If this is how I feel, I can’t even internalize how my mom must be feeling. She said it is cold. She didn’t…… Continue reading Reality tapping you on the shoulder
This coronavirus is an insidious thing. It pulls families apart when they desperately need to be together. A cliché in Israel is the phrase: “הכל בסדר” – “Everything is ok”. It isn’t, and it won’t be for a while yet.
The world feels more than a little crazy at the moment. Relative to what 2020 has been so far, that’s saying a lot. Lately, I’ve felt a bit like we’re in free fall, pretending that the air rushing past us as we hurtle down is just a refreshing breeze on a Spring day. It’s almost as if we’re all desperately hoping it can be ok again, faking it until we make it (if we do).
My wife recently wrote a post about our city’s annual tradition of putting up flags ahead of Israel’s Independence Day. Apparently someone raised concerns on Facebook about how this extra cost was wasted in light of the need for more resources to combat COVID-19. These flags aren’t an annual exercise in vanity and frivolity, they…… Continue reading “Those flags gave me hope”