Author: Michael Even-Esh

Letters to G-d from a Bored Jew Dear G-d. Again? Same ol, same ol? Fall’s around the corner, the World Series is coming soon, and we Jews have to spend *hours*in the synagogue. Hours, G-d. Not even *you* have to spend that long in...

Not Kansas: Bi-Polar Opposites The Two Poles On Wednesday, we finished the 3-Day Hike. On Friday, there was a memorial service for soldiers in my unit that fell in the Second War in Lebanon. The two events were not connected at all. In fact, they...

Not Kansas – Purim 2013 The Guide to Conscious Purim Partying So yeah, it’s Purim again. You find part of an old tux, a top hat and a fake beard, and you go to the Purim party as Abe Lincoln. You see someone...

This year for Tu B’Shvat, I want to write about a different kind of tree. This is a tree you cannot see with your eyes, but you can feel it in your soul. It’s a root system with fruit that you can’t eat, but you can taste...

Hanuka is a holiday of songs. Do you know any by heart? And in general, what’s your opinion on the lyrics of modern songs in today’s culture? Do you find them shallow? Deep? Meaningful? Silly? Just remember: some songs aren’t meant to be deep. And...

I was asked by a number of people to write something about the situation in Israel this week. Something that can explain what is happening here. Something that cannot be understood overseas by simply watching the news. Something that will shine a...

Cellphones are like Brussels sprouts – people either love them or hate them. I was never a lover of them; at first. But then, in 1992, during a Livnot tiyul, Dana the Tzfat work foreman was bitten twice by a viper and only through Divine Intervention were...

“Our mission, gentlemen, is to recapture Mount Hermon.” And with that, we began a 5-day exercise in the Golan Heights. The entire reserve army paratroop brigade had been called up for our yearly maneuvers. It was all a simulation, but that’s the way we stay...

I learned two things from animals this week. One at work, one at play. One late afternoon I was riding my bike on the new eastern border road with Syria (incredibly quiet and serene). I was going downhill, looking at the small farming...

It was a day of brave weddings. In Israel, we have a different way of saying “You can’t be in two places at the same time.” In Hebrew, it goes: “You can’t dance at two weddings at the same time.” And yet, last Tuesday, I...