When your teenager is ready to leave you, but your heart is still not ready to let go… — “Mom, are you listening?” I look at his sweaty enthusiastic face and slow down my pace. A small pinch of freckles, a linear trace of thin mustache, curly short hair, and big green eyes, just like mine, are beaming with energy and exhilaration about the upcoming cross-Atlantic move. He is…

How I recaptured the values of my heart by envying the homeless folks — “Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.” — Naguib Mahfouz The park in front of my windows, sowed in the heart of the busy city, is a marvelous sight across all seasons. In spring, it overflows with budding greens and buzzing…

I didn’t hear him. I sobbed in a restless shiver. First time in my life, I ultimately stated aloud that my personality and my life were grander than one direction. — “I feel so constricted. It’s dark and stuffy. I am like a seed, you know, a tiny little sprout that spent years under the ground developing a sturdy extensive root system, but still can’t break through the ground. I am suffocating…” I took a deep breath, sensing shortness of oxygen…

I breathe out and rearrange the blanket. Yes, I guess I am still angry. This February has lasted over 360 days and I am not sure when it will be over. On the outside, I have finished few major milestones of my life, all sitting on the sofa. On the inside, I feel that my life has frozen for over a year in a still shot. The sofa. The coffee. The corona talk. Repeat. — I make a Turkish-style coffee with the espresso grind, drain it into a brown-colored clay cup, and head over to the extended sofa in the living room. I used to buy real Turkish coffee grind, a mix of several blends, in the old-city markets of Jerusalem on my regular past…

Every woman has a “lucky dress”. It’s a piece of clothing that sees her through the highs and the lows of her life for years after years. She puts it on for every important occasion. This clothing gifts her with the energy of confidence, the sense of unstoppability, and the rays of hope. It helps her to stand straight and face the world. It prompts her to turn the dimmer to the full power and shine through hell, rain, and explosions.

“You don’t look like a typical accountant,” This became the most common professional pick up line that I have received at the networking events over the years. “What’s your secret?” “I bring sex into accounting.” I’d answer with the mysterious smile. “Would you like to learn how?” Whether you are a pro or a newbie in an accounting subject, please, sit down. Uncross your legs. Loosen up your ties, belts, and scarves. Unclasp the top button or two on the shirt. Take off heavy jewelry and let the hair down. Take a deep breath. In the end…

Once upon a time, in a faraway virtual land, a king of technology came to a witch and asked her: “Do you have a magic formula of influencing for people without any people skills?” She glanced at him mysteriously and whispered, “Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…” — DateTech When I ended my 13-year-long marriage, as it often happens in this case, I decided to explore and experiment with what they call an irresistible single life. I was thirty, my biological clock has already ticked out two lovely boys, so for the next five years, I’ve been partying, having…

Could it be that Gen Y, as a generation, is the product of all the battles that our ancestors have fought? Could it be that they are the next stage of human evolution? …

My employees call me an emotional leader. My kids call me a free-range mom. The former and the latter agree that I can be overwhelming with a psychological-turned-spiritual perspective on every little incident, although they do admit reluctantly that my unconventional approach often works. I prefer a peer-to-peer-eye-to-eye approach and…