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.
We need a sense of history so deep it’s more like memory.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
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.
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.
This time of year calls for reduced joy, but I can't stop listening to the classics.
