What does FB stand for?
I can think of several options that I’d better not repeat here. But the event that brought about this post is that I was thrown off Facebook, with no reason given or any route to appeal the decision.
I have been on Facebook since 2009, if not earlier. (I have no way of knowing any more.) All my history, memories, friendships, groups, photos have vanished in one fell swoop. That’s a huge part of my life.
But, you know, it’s not the end of the world. I can think of many things that could have happened to me that are much worse than this. I could have:
- suffered an accident and been rendered unable to walk or dance
- suffered a robbery
- suffered a loss* (That happened six months ago; I certainly wouldn’t want a repeat.)
- suffered many other events I don’t want to dwell on
The worst thing I can think of at the moment is that I could have been kidnapped by terrorists and held for over five months (so far), suffering hunger, torture, rape and more. 
One happier piece of news is that I’m moving from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv. I’ll have to change the tagline of this blog. I will post more about this after the move.
* On the subject of loss, I have an essay in this new anthology of poems, stories and essays:
The author Joan Livingston called my contibution a “Great piece of writing!”
The anthology can be purchased from here.
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Miriam Drori, Author 