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Full Name

Sarah Emily Tuttle-Singer

Website

http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/author/sarah-tuttle-singer/

Bio

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.com, Times of Israel, Jezebel, and Offbeat Families. She is dangerous when bored.

Posts by Sarah Emily Tuttle-Singer:

• Dec 5 2011
  Hanukkah Gift Guide: Presents for HER

  Here at Kveller, we know that it can be hard to balance everything in your life–and then on top of it, people expect you to buy them gifts for Hanukkah? Not to worry, we’re here to help. This is the … Continue reading →

 

• Oct 31 2011
  Kibbutz Barbie Goes to Work

  Sarah Tuttle-Singer has had her share of mishaps trying to adjust to life on the Kibbutz. One of our contributors (thanks Tamara!) just dubbed her Kibbutz Barbie. The name has stuck. We love it. We don’t get to hang out … Continue reading →

 

• Oct 28 2011
  Welcome to the Kibbutz Rumor Mill

  After living here on the kibbutz for one year, I know this to be true: the kibbutz is a living, breathing entity that takes on a life of its own – and it will swallow you whole.

 

• Oct 6 2011
  Stranger in a Strange Kibbutz

  So, this is the post that might get me in trouble. You know, as opposed to writing about my irabbit (and the rabbi,) my cross dressing son, and my boobies (again). I’ve been in Israel for ten months, 23 days, and 15 … Continue reading →

 

• Sep 20 2011
  Back From Vacation & Stuck with the Kids

  So a few weeks ago, I swanned off  to Los Angeles to be surrounded on all sides by friends and family, and engulfed in English and ­­­cultural familiarity. And Vanilla Lattes from Coffee Bean.  And sushi from a place near … Continue reading →

 

• Sep 12 2011
  My Son Wore a Dress to Preschool

  My son is big into tractors. He loves Legos. He builds skyscrapers out of wooden blocks, and then goes all Godzilla on them. He plays in the mud, and looks for bugs and gravitates towards the collection of plastic dinosaurs … Continue reading →

 

• Sep 8 2011
  Empty Breast Syndrome

  When I flew to Los Angeles for eight days, I took the following with me: Ten pairs of underwear, eight tanktops, six pairs of pants, four bras, and two lactating breasts. Yes, Little Homie was still on the boob, and … Continue reading →

 

• Aug 16 2011
  Oy! My Guilt, Let Me Tell it To You

  I’m going to LA for eight days and eight nights. Alone. I’m leaving tonight. Eight. Days. Eight. Nights. Like Hanukkah, only in August. And not really. The longest I’ve been away from my kids up until now is, like, eight … Continue reading →

 

• Jul 25 2011
  Up In Smoke

  Sarah and her mother in 2000, the year Sarah took up smoking My mom had a symbiotic relationship with cigarettes. She was a product of the Golden Age of Hollywood, a time when star-crossed lovers proclaimed their undying devotion while … Continue reading →

 

• Jul 11 2011
  Planting Roots, Leaving L.A. Behind

  I’ve heard the stories at least a hundred times: My Great Grandma Tsiryl dry-heaving over the side of a steamer ship as they rolled up into Baltimore Harbor in 1904. A pregnant Great Grandma Esther stoically clutching the belly that … Continue reading →

 

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