The Pink Bombshelter

A dank and moldy smell rose as I descended the dark stairwell of the bombshelter. I pulled my scarf tighter around my face and nose as the air grew colder and more musty. I found the belly of the underground refuge filled with flickering candles, laughter, Christmas goodies, and faces from many countries: Germany, Switzerland, Argentina, Romania, America, … More The Pink Bombshelter

Kibbutz Orange Grove

I used to pick oranges on Kibbutz Einat, in Israel, in my early twenties. It was my most demanding physical job.  It makes me sweat and ache just thinking about it! I showed my pampered lifestyle and inexperience when I worked with the other volunteers who were mainly from Europe. I know I didn’t carry “my load.” … More Kibbutz Orange Grove