My journey to rediscovering the joyous dance of artmaking.
God must be protected at all costs. And so, they cut down any who dare approach.
Becoming feels so much like dying as we lie in darkness and wait for the first low chirping of birds....
I want to suggest sandals to you, so that you (like me) know what to wear with opaque knee-highs this summer.
At 16, I flatly refused to go to church anymore because of my near #metoo moment with a minister. I never told my mother. I knew she wouldn't believe me.
This is the first time since I started writing for hevria that I don’t have a lot of words trying...
Reclaiming the inner light, with the help of a red heifer.
The fierceness of Jewish mamas in 1902 who would stop at nothing for their meat.
Love is in the spaces of myself I let slip away.
