Looking back, learning, and laughing with love. How do we relate to who we once were?
The power of silence, the limits of words... in essay form.
What causes us to think we know what we are seeing, when, in fact, we are looking away?
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
The ticking reminder of time nuzzles against my ribs. Slow down, it says. Do less, take in more.
A response to the nonverbal cues of uncovered women.
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
Teach her that to be Jewish is to be kind.
Where is the space in a three day Yontif to balance communal responsibilities and solitary recharging practices?
