Some people are just scary and terrifying and we should never, ever, ever try to talk to them. That is not at all what this post is about.
Air travel feels impersonal in many ways, but also connects large groups of people to each others' shared fate, if only temporarily. Elizabeth reflects on her moments of solitude, and her stirrings of curiosity mid-air.
No one had prepared me for the possibility that I might feel this way. I mean, this was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. And I didn't want to be there.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Art gives us life, but it is not our life.
With the contemporary lack of village communal support, has the modern day husband become too needy for his wife to handle?
Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.
None of my own accomplishments matter. I only want what you have.
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
