No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
My crime? I’d rather be having my own ingathering than awaiting an engraved invitation to objectification.
Open your mind, and possibilities that once seemed inconceivable emerge. It's a wild, soul-bending adventure.
A new video from Rachel Kann, directed by Rahat Mahajan with music by Dave Lewis.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
The world is a whole lot bigger now.
Elizabeth reflects on the whirlwind experience of a funeral, the challenge of processing an event in the moment, and the things we rely on to keep going
I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
