It’s so easy to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. What if we hoisted it even higher and sang its praises?
History repeats itself in front of our eyes even as we yell, “Never again.”
How the Book Of Job helped me through my own grief after losing my daughter.
Do you recall a time when our roots were not entwined? Neither can I.
Sixteen ounces of Coffee,White cream, a stream of attempted calm enveloped by darkness. I’m used to things cooling down quickly,But this sealed-up thermos burns my tongueEvery time I sip from it. Beat I think I’m supposed to write this about howI ended senior year in a shlump,I had a line...
God must be protected at all costs. And so, they cut down any who dare approach.
What would a Holocaust victim think of calling border camps "concentration camps"?
The boy soldiers are eating protein bars made of sugar mostly and singing Hatikvah with the passion of brainwashed memorization....
