I don't really understand Talmud, but sometimes it speaks to me in ways I can't ignore.
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
What's the point of remembering when memories are flawed anyway?
Elizabeth considers the challenges of memory and commemoration, all from the standpoint of her Jerusalem balcony.
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.
I used to hate small talk. I still mostly do. But I'm starting to think we might be able to redeem it.