Category Archives: Immigration
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Soaring Inward
Leave a commentDecember 7, 2017 by Katia
I sometimes think about a different form of time travel, one where past is conveniently wrapped in the present and …
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Placing Yourself Outside of Your Comfort Zone – My Experience as a Stage Presenter at BlogHer 17
6July 21, 2017 by Katia
Exactly three weeks ago on Friday I stood on stage in front of a large audience, reading something quite personal …
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Letting Go of Jenn
4March 16, 2017 by Katia
There are certain recurring dates that I encounter at different corners of my life through same-day birthdays, anniversaries and less …
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You Know What an Accent Means?
17February 2, 2017 by Katia
“You know what an accent is, don’t you? It’s a sign of bravery” a friend chimed in on a Facebook …
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The Struggle is Gift (and other things I wish I could tell my younger self)
1December 6, 2016 by Katia
Hey, you. Remember being twelve years-old and having wise thoughts? Somehow traveling outside of your country for the first time, …
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Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #5: Dreams
7September 23, 2016 by Katia
I used to have the best dreams, even when they were the worst ones. They spread all through me reaching …
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Seven Love Stories in Seven Days – #3: Birds
9September 21, 2016 by Katia
I immediately loved the birds. I’ve seen sparrows and doves back home, but when I moved to Canada, I was …
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Why Putting Me in the “North American Jew” Box Doesn’t Work
11April 21, 2016 by Katia
“So, I overheard you say that your son calls his dad Abba?” “Yes, we speak Hebrew at home. I’m from …
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A Decade of Becoming – Saying Goodbye to My Thirties
32March 16, 2016 by Katia
This is the last day of my thirties, a decade I’ve spent BECOMING. With only two years of marriage under …
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The Feeling of Her Hand
29October 20, 2015 by Katia
To my grandma on the eve of what would have been her ninety fourth birthday. I don’t know what it …
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