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Sarah Tuttle-Singer
Sarah Tuttle-Singer is an LA Expat (reluctantly) growing roots in Israel. She's learning to love being an outsider: After all, the view from the edge is exquisite. Fueled by a double-shot latte, she (over)shares her (mis)adventures across the Internet, including on Kveller.comTimes of IsraelJezebel, and Offbeat Families. She is dangerous when bored.

Posts by Sarah Tuttle-Singer:

  • Feb 7 2013
    Parenting in a Different Language

    “We didn’t sign our son up for preschool,” my ex messaged me this morning. Huh? Evidently, somewhere in between everything, Expat Barbie over here missed the memo. Literally. A memo in Hebrew that went out to the parents about signing … Continue reading


  • Jan 14 2013
    The Real Blessing of the Skinned Knee (and Bruised Forehead)

    My son has become a rabbit. A 3-year-old rabbit with pale blonde hair and a blue Angry Birds ski cap pulled low over his forehead. I didn’t get it at first. And I didn’t understand why he was hopping out … Continue reading


  • Nov 19 2012
    A Letter To My Daughter About Fighting Back

    To My Darling Daughter, I watch your eyes glow when the kids in preschool want to play with you. I see how it matters to you what they say and how they smile. I watch your bottom lip tremble when … Continue reading


  • Nov 16 2012
    My Country is at War

    “Airplane!” my son shrieks while the sky rattles as fighter jets rip through the clouds. He spreads his arms, roars like an F16, and zooms across the grass. My daughter is older–and she notices what her brother has missed. “There … Continue reading


  • Nov 1 2012
    This Mama Pays Child Support

    As part of our month-long series dedicated to Women, Work & Money, Sarah Tuttle-Singer shares her child-support strategy. Last month I had a grand total of 42 shekels in my bank account and no place to sleep with the kids. Nights get … Continue reading


  • Oct 5 2012
    Homeless in the Homeland

    “Mama, where are we going?” my daughter asks after I pick her up from gan on the kibbutz. A sudden gust of wind, and her hair dances. “Wind!” my son shrieks from his perch on my shoulders. It’s cold for … Continue reading


  • Aug 20 2012
    There Was a Rapist on My Kibbutz

    So once upon a time when we lived in the Big Bad City where police helicopters were more plentiful than stars in the smoggy LA night sky, my ex told me about this magical place where children roam free and … Continue reading


  • Jul 31 2012
    A Little Girl Broke My Daughter’s Heart & I’m Mad

    So, I wanted to cut a bitch today. Which isn’t really anything new, except for one thing: This “bitch” was 3 1/2 years old. (Watch the storm clouds roll in, people. It’s about to get real.) It was the end … Continue reading


  • Jul 24 2012
    Trying to “Find Myself” at Age 31

    “You’re on the kibbutz a lot these days,” someone said to me during Shabbat dinner in the dining hall. “It’s nice.” It is nice. And it’s true: I am here a lot these days, for two reasons: 1. I’m dating … Continue reading


  • Jul 19 2012
    Fifty Books Even Sexier than 50 Shades of Grey

    I don’t like most mainstream porn. I don’t need to see every ingrown hair on an enthusiastically waxed vulva. Skin tags on testicles don’t do it for me. Close ups just aren’t sexy. They leave nothing to the imagination. It’s … Continue reading


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