When we were about to disembark from the ship that had brought us over from the detention camps in Cypress, a tall man came and picked me up in his arms — I was thin and small like an eight year old — and took me down the gangplank as far as the port, and said, "Don't cry little girl, from now on everything will be well for you." I didn't understand what he was talking about, I had been so lucky. Pity was for others. On the other hand, if the past incited pity, you had to throw it away as fast as possible. Once She Was A Child

....Public Activity:
1975 During terrorist attacks in the Galilee, initiated and organized six months of biweekly meetings between Arab and Jewish youth leaders and artists (writers, composers, dramatists).

1991 Taught writing workshop at Ms. Conference, NYC.

1984-95 Founded and directed HILAI, The Israeli Center for the Creative Arts.

2002 Hebrew and English Literature B.A. studies at the Tel-Aviv University.

Awards and Honors:
1973 The Hebrew Writers Association Publication Prize.

1978 The Aricha Prize for "Revelation"

1979/95 The Institute for Translations of Heb. Lit. Translation grants.

1987 The New Israel Fund Wyner Prize.

1988 The Institute for a Better Israel Award.

1988 The Tel-Aviv Foundation for Arts & Culture Grant.

1989 The Hebrew Writers Publication Prize.

1994 Israel Foreign Ministry travel grant to Egypt.

1994 The Israeli Academic Center in Cairo Sponsorship.

1995 The Tel-Aviv Foundation for Arts & Culture Fellowship.

1996 The BCLA (British Comparative Literature Association) Publication Honor for 'Revelation'.

1997 The Yaddo Artists Colony Fellowship.

1998 The Tel-Aviv Foundation for Arts & Culture Fellowship.

1998 The NY Ledig House Fellowship.

2000 The President of Israel Grant.

2001 The Eshkol Fund Grant.

2002 BI ARTS travel grant to Oxford, UK

Here she describes her first meeting with Ariel Sharon:

On the evening preceding the 1973 Yom Kippur Eve, some relatives from South America came to tour Israel. Remember, a few days earlier Dayan, then Minister of Defense had declared, "Never before was Israel's situation safer!" (Another reason why we feel so safe and trustful).
So on the night preceding the 1973 Yom Kippur Eve - a time when the weather is still unbearably hot - we came to pay our respects to our wealthy relatives, dressed in our best attire, which in my case consisted of a long dress with a great decollete.

So there we were at the palatial Hilton Tel-Aviv, waiting for the elevator. And very soon indeed the click and ring and light flashes signaled its arrival, the doors opened, and out comes, who if not Ariel Sharon himself. He was already quite large and hence impossible to ignore. I looked at his face to read what it says and indeed it spoke, actually his eyes alone, not to me but straight to the depths of my decollete. We had to take the elevator so there was no time to say, Hey, how about the depths of my spirit... The rest is his story.