Some of us build our lives on the wreckage left behind. We make a sturdy space to walk. We cast out for sustenance. And we grow.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
I used to hate small talk. I still mostly do. But I'm starting to think we might be able to redeem it.
I don't really understand Talmud, but sometimes it speaks to me in ways I can't ignore.
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.
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
We need a sense of history so deep it’s more like memory.
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
