You can’t make a voodoo doll, I repeat. It isn’t our magic to use. I think of the magic that should be ours to use, instead. The faith we should have in our mezuzot and our medicine. A magic based on belief in the good.
Tisha B’av is a holiday about mourning. I often feel like I’m in a perpetual state of mourning.
Connection destroyed at the expense of productivity, culture at the expense of assimilation.
In Frances Goldin’s apartment, we found a powerful sign: “I Adore My Lesbian Daughters.”
Jill Smolowe, a journalist and memoirist, had her own annus horribilis, only hers lasted a year and a half.
