She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
Tell me about my role as a Jewish Woman and why you’ve never had to consider yours.
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
It’s Purim and everything is upside down the way it’s supposed to be...And it is here that I can let my dad’s present absence in.
Not a rebuttal of Elad's essay, but a very different perspective from a fellow nonconformist.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Loving with reckless abandon is the best act of revolution.