Rebecca S’manga Frank
Tisha B’av is a holiday about mourning. I often feel like I’m in a perpetual state of mourning.
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.”
A rewriting of Unetaneh Tokef in honor of the Black Lives that have been lost to racist violence.
My online college class was interrupted with three missed calls from my father, two from my mother, and a supplemental set of urgent texts. I knew without calling back that my grandmother had passed.