I see something that angers me. I yell. But it’s a virtual yell. And so when I yell, and I empty my lungs with all the rage in me, nothing actually happens.
When you want to write straight out of your heart that keeps all that passion and fire and rawness and fragility intact, it's a good thing to tell yourself, I'm not doing this to make money.
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
The onus is, and has always been, ours.
Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
There are some mementos that you can’t really put away. Others that you don’t quite know what to do with. I stick those mementos in the middle drawer of the living room cabinet.
