This is becoming all too routine.

I don’t sleep in pajama pants.

"Oh shit, again?"

has not been hung for all to see

We see someone running and our instincts kick into overdrive. Our legs move before we even know if the danger is real.

The feeling of waiting.

How does one atone for seeing without warning?

A wartime night. Two AM.

Soft pastel drawings from the wartime period.

My middle child, Meron, almost 5, had many questions about the Iran War today.

Ongoing.

Noam says I should go to my high school reunion for shits and giggles, because no one will know who I am.

A Story for Children About a Brave but Worried Dog Who Heard Scary Sirens.

From Ukraine and Poland - a gesture of solidarity from someone who knows these nights of waiting.

Will you outrun the missile, make it to the shelter in time?

I designed this in between running back and forth to the shelter.

These are my thoughts - most of them formed while sitting in the safe room more than 45 times in the last week.

Sitting in a dark room surrounded by people but feeling so alone.

It sure doesn’t feel like war.

Preface: When the war between Israel and Hamas begins, Orpheus and Eurydice are in Israel near the border of Gaza at Eretz Crossing.

The lone goose on the grass this morning

Missiles aren’t meant to cross a moon this beautiful.