We are all relieved that Oct 7th passed relatively uneventfully. Compared to when I was last here, over 25 years ago, Palestinians are les...

  Standing in the center of the shop in the Old City of Hebron, known as Al-Khalil to Palestinians, stands a 300-year old sesame press. His...

  On landing to Ben-Gurion on the evening of Rosh Hashanah in the year 5786, it was unmistakable to me that I was arriving to a nation at wa...

  At the conclusion of our morning tour with ICAHD, (formerly known as the Israeli Committee Against House Demolition and now an internation...

The fences with barbed wire are everywhere, a tangible separation to remind them all, Palestinian and Israeli alike, that there is a differe...

As we do UCPA (Unarmed Civilian Protection Accompaniment) work year-in and year-out, our doubts can outweigh our confidence. It helps to see...

“I hate this place so much,” I thought. It’s was 7:46 PM and the checkpoint to get home was closed early. “Why does it have to be so hard?!”...

It is early morning and the shops are just opening. A shop owner walks out and spreads a bag of grain on the ground. The pigeons descend by ...

Looking across the valley, I see the land of a farmer I know. His family land runs from the olive trees below his house up over the ridge wi...

The land is rock. Not rocks, but sheets of rock. Not dirt punctuated by many rocks, but sheets of rock marked with gaps and divots. Some big...