On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
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.
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.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
