I used to hate small talk. I still mostly do. But I'm starting to think we might be able to redeem it.
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
When we are all muddling around in the dark, what will light up the night?