JoinedNovember 25, 2014
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Elizabeth is a Jerusalemite with a Rebbe Nachman-stickered laptop and a melody filling her heart. An aspiring “creative soul,” Liz can be found studying Talmud and doodling endlessly in the margins. An empathy enthusiast, she is driven equally by curiosity and free coffee.
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
I’ve graduated and my professor died unexpectedly. This was not on the syllabus.
Sometimes I don't want to explain myself. I usually don't get it either.
The things I want have changed perhaps in their manifestations, but mostly they have not shifted much at the core of things. I am not chained to my daydreams. But I still imagine the fig trees and I still long.
Elizabeth reflects on the whirlwind experience of a funeral, the challenge of processing an event in the moment, and the things we rely on to keep going
Thank you, sincerely, for the unsolicited advice. Thank you, Jerusalem, for it all.
