My daughter and I made this today — we found the frame, covered in dirt in a heap of rubble...
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Why we need to reclaim the most important conversation we could ever have with our chidren.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
We can live life with the focus on the inevitability of death... or we can live life with hope.
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
A letter to my daughters about why love is not a pop song and forgiveness takes guts.
An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
What's your Jewish story? Where did it begin? Elizabeth takes a glimpse into her childhood memories, and ponders what they mean for her Jewish journey today.
