Living Conditions
When I drive through town, sometimes I flinch. The crumpled brown up ahead. What is it? Could it be? How could it be anything but. ....
Una(custom)ed to Your story
Saturday was Purim, but my family dressed up all week. Old costumes. Cobbled together costumes. Hand me down costumes. Almost not a costume. And, the final costume was THE costume for the year. I wrote about Purim and Ester often for blog posts. Feminism. Identity. Both are close to center for me. Ideas of being seen or unseen. Courage to ask to be seen. Anthologies are the best way to find both intersectionality and steps forward towards belonging. They celebrat
Choosing the Right Top(ic)s
Staring into my closet each week, I might lament, "I have nothing to wear.” Still, it's more likely I would wonder, "What haven't I worn...
