Lila Goldstein
Time feels like it’s standing still, so why not revisit some gems from the Lilith archive?
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 »
And although none of these compare even remotely to the loss of life and living, they inflict a particular kind of pain because they are set against the backdrop of such monumental tragedy. One of those small sorrows is the loss of lipstick—and by this I mean red lipstick because for me, that’s the only kind there is.
Dear Reader, In the midst of a terrible season, allow me some self-indulgence. During the winter of 2020 before the world derailed with Covid-19, I was 49 years old, facing… Read more »