Diagnosed with cancer, my father decided to have his tongue removed. It’s an extreme treatment, but he’s always known how to make things work out.

To get my son psyched about a trip abroad, I promised him a stop at Disneyland Paris—a mistake bad weather and long lines only compounded

Visiting Poland—the country where my mother was born—upended the black-and-white fantasy I had created in my mind

The protests in Israel these last two months were nothing short of a revolution. But can the political hope continue through the fall chill?

In the recent tent-city protests, middle-class Israelis took to the streets to protest a political system that ignores them. Without a clear message, will these demonstrations have any effect?

At a book festival in Sicily, admiring a tranquil lifestyle and remembering a father’s bedtime stories about drunks and prostitutes, based on his time spent Irgun gun-running at Italy’s southern tip

A night spent in a Croatian art museum—a cultural-exchange project I’d repressed agreeing to—yielded clarifying reminders of the ethnic tensions in both the land I was visiting and the one I call home

There are many ways a marriage can be tested. Inviting a strange cab driver into your home without informing your wife beforehand is one.

When the middle-aged, out-of-shape male body finally begins to rebel, there are only so many reparative options for the devoutly sedentary. In praise of pilates and—of all things—prenatal yoga.

Israelis like to call their army the most moral in the world. But as the case of the recently disgraced Gen. Yoav Galant shows, prevarications are the rule, not the exception.