I am an American with an Israeli passport. Or maybe, an Israeli with an American passport. I can’t always decide. English is my first language, but only after refusing at the age of five to speak another word of Hebrew (only partially remedied much later in Ulpan) and thus to join my English-speaking playmates. I [...]
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Why Did Waldo Go to Therapy?
Therapy. Psychologist. Social worker. Shrink. These words make many people cringe with discomfort, unsure about what really happens in that mysterious room. Recently, a close friend confided in me that she is seeing a therapist. “I love my therapist!” she raved. Before beginning therapy, she had felt suspicious towards the practice. She said she’d rather [...]