Hat tip to Jewlicious on this find. Only two posts, but I can’t wait for more from Gila who is posting essays she wrote after surviving a homicide bombing in Jerusalem. The blog is called My Shrapnel and seriously had me laughing out loud.
Here is one of those moments, “Just last week I had two pieces [of shrapnel] removed by the friendly neighborhood plastic surgeon: a piece of glass and a piece of metal. I would not be at all surprised to wake up one morning and find a rutabaga emerging from my right kneecap. Well, yes, of course, I am exaggerating. I have been in Israel for 10 months now (May 9 was my anniversary), and I have yet to see a rutabaga anywhere. A cucumber or tomato would be much more likely.”