Rachel exposes herself as she never has before. Through poetry, photography, and an essay, Rachel exposes her fears and journey towards Jewish observance.
Cried into your siddur, check. Had a Zoom meeting with your shul, check. Played board games on a weekday? Hmm.
Revelations through summer camp, mu shu vegetables, and cheap sunglasses.
What would happen if I took the past month of Hevria articles and use it as the source text to create something new?
A brief collection of poems written during quarantine.
There is always so much- bug. There’s a beauty to doing this, sitting with my about-to-be-salad, checking for bugs. If I used this kind of attitude in my daily life, I would be a much more- bug. Isn’t lettuce mostly water?
A weird learning disability, odd discussion topics, and more: I freak people out.
All my life I have been trying to get rid of my collection of stones
Adamantine insistence, persistence, this existence.
Sometime it is not enough to cry alone. In this post, Hevria's writers join together in mournful creativity to grieve over the horrific attack in Las Vegas.
