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Standing at my kitchen sink, I look at the clock and realize I have slavishly devoted an hour and a half to cleaning ten heads of lettuce that grew in my tiny organic garden. After all my effort, I am bugged to discover a few white insects that look exactly like little white flowers. How dare they try to trick me like that! Bugs are in no way kosher, so I had to scrupulously keep checking my home-grown produce to ensure I wouldn’t serve or swallow a little creepy crawly thing. I also spy a caterpillar, slyly camouflaged in the exact pale green as the leaves. I bet it’s easier to de-bug the Kremlin than a head of organic green leaf lettuce. Beginning one last rinse, this time with an extra drop of vinegar, I think, Maybe pesticides aren’t so bad after all.
Calls to divest from Israel continue to grow louder, mostly by people who wouldn’t know the truth about Israeli society or history if it hit them on the head with a drone. Some performing artists have cancelled gigs in Israel, “academics” have voted to shun Israeli colleagues, and some British stores have stopped carrying the immensely popular and environmentally friendly product SodaStream. Did those calling for this boycott stop to consider that boycotting SodaStream hurts Palestinians and Israeli Arabs most? The factory employs 500 Palestinians, 450 Arab citizens of Israel, but just 350 Jewish Israelis. Wait, that’s not “proportionate!”
I’ve always been skeptical about “love at first sight” stories. Instant attraction is one thing, but I never believed that true love, the real deal, could blossom the instant one person first set eyes on another. But then it happened to me.
Exciting news! My first and still-popular book, Carpool Tunnel Syndrome, is now back in publication, available both as a paperback and as a Kindle download. This nearly fact-free book offers wise and wacky parenting tricks based on my boots-on-the-ground, hamper-overflowing life with four kids, one husband, and assorted hamsters hiding behind the bookcase. As summer begins, moms and dads coping with eternal childhood ailments including “fat hair” and “sibling intolerance” must get copies for themselves and for friends, to help them survive the summer. This essay—one of my readers’ all-time favorites—is adapted from the book.
On any normal day, our incoming mail is predictable and boring: bills, junk advertisements, pre-approved credit card applications with large spending limits, and coupons for remodeling contractors. That’s why I was captivated immediately by the glossy color brochure with a vivid photograph of a bunch of guys in a raft, navigating frothy white water rapids. Their eyes were bugged out and mouths agape in that distinctive combination of terror and joy that men find so thrilling. Below the photo was this teaser, all in giant capital letters:
THIS COULD BE YOU!
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