There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
I love intense Facebook conversations, until they turn nasty. Then, my friends, I become an unhappy addict.
What is age? What is truth? What is time? If I feel like I’m 18, or 28, or whatever, why can’t I be?
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
Simply being unapologetically Jewish is a political act.
This is tale of wanting to fit in. It’s also a tale of how far a person (okay, me) might go to fulfill a specific idea of what fitting in means.
Sometimes it takes more than positive thinking to get yourself out of a funk. Sometimes it takes a playlist. This is mine.
Elizabeth continues to ponder creativity and her love/hate relationship with it.
