Gabrielle Ariella Kaplan-Mayer
I dipped a slice of green apple lightly into honey, but the metallic aftertaste of chemo in my mouth turned its sweetness bitter.
I dipped a slice of green apple lightly into honey, but the metallic aftertaste of chemo in my mouth turned its sweetness bitter.
It felt different to watch The Olympics this year. It’s not only a reminder of the incredible variety of the human body, but of its fragility.
Time feels like it’s standing still, so why not revisit some gems from the Lilith archive?
Reflections on Shmita, and the need to radically rethink how we work and what we value.
I don’t know how to handle small worries anymore.
I didn’t go to services this year because every time I logged on to Zoom services I immediately grew restless and twitchy and grief-triggered and I ended up shopping for hoodies on Lululemon.
So what do we do when things fall apart? And how do we recover? Will we ever recover? I don’t know. I hope we do, but I have no idea how long it will take. But I think it starts with crying.
For a few hours, we created a bubble of joy under that canopy, tuning out the pandemic fears.
It’s Friday afternoon and I am in my backyard, setting out plastic cushions six feet apart, disinfecting pencils, and copying my lesson plan onto a dry erase board with multi-colored… Read more »