Slabs of immense lime tell a story in themselves of a people born in blessing, displaced, and back again.
“It’s Israeli sand, it sticks to you.”
Anyone who’s visited the Holy Land knows that it’s a place for religious exploration, late-night raging, and everything in between. Two weeks later, totally de-jetlagged and post-vacation mode, I can’t seem to stop thinking about the Land of Milk and Honey, and it’s not because my social media advertisements are still showing up in Hebrew.
After seeing this mistake committed repeatedly on my feed, my inner grammar Nazi cannot contain itself any longer. Because "everyday" is not the same thing as "every day."