My writing tends towards intimate self-disclosure. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and dangerous for me. I hope it promotes growth and change.
Sometimes it's just so good to go to the bathroom. Not the act itself, but the act of leaving behind the world and making yourself alone.
Orthodox Jewish communities hurt and shun many sensitive, vibrant souls who fall beyond traditional gender expectations and identities, but I think they can do better.
Do you know the convert down the block / the one who traded heaven with Jesus / for Hell / with you and me in Brooklyn?
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
Spending the summer with my grandmother, who was beyond her time, made me reflect upon my own.
Air travel feels impersonal in many ways, but also connects large groups of people to each others' shared fate, if only temporarily. Elizabeth reflects on her moments of solitude, and her stirrings of curiosity mid-air.
No one had prepared me for the possibility that I might feel this way. I mean, this was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. And I didn't want to be there.
