Jewish Blog-Con: A Zionist Love Story

I divorced Israel in September of 2008, about nine years after making aliyah (immigration to Israel). ” title=”all so saddened me, like miscarriages that set me back from truly
focusing on my creative output.” target=”_blank”>all so saddened me, like miscarriages that set me back from truly focusing on my creative output. I felt infertile.

My relationship with my hometown of Los Angeles may not have started as a whirlwind romance. America is like my dependable best friend. He was the shoulder I cried on when I felt jerked around by Zion. He was there for me when I needed him—understanding my language, spoiling me with cushy malls and fabulous spas, entertaining me with great TV shows, and allowing me to focus on my self-development and dreams.

With America, there’s so little drama. I may not cry as much for America as I do for Israel—but I got sick of crying, so much so that I never knew if or when I wanted to go back.

But I’ve been given the chance to get some closure. ” title=”"The Nefesh B’Nefesh Second Annual International Jewish Bloggers
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