Uber Ride Reflections (Why I’m Wearing a Boot)
I have so much to thank my body for, and so many reasons to resent her.
Preserving My Grandfather’s Passover Legacy
Could I really lead a seder as an 11-year-old? How would I compare to my grandfather? I didn’t think I could fill the space he had left.
Dahlias
In my home, displaying fresh flowers is one way that we make Shabbat special, reminding us of renewal and growth.
Charoset
I felt like the Simple Child—the little baby who messes up because she doesn’t know what’s going on.
Static
My thoughts drone on, never ceasing—metronomes piled upon each other, none keeping the same tempo.
Hate Has No Home Here
This sign particularly caught my eye because it is the same sign I've had outside my house for a decade now.
A Poem For Ashlee
Look to the girls who dance around you; their minds are as strong as their ankles on pointe.
Transylvanian Stars
Summer night, stars, crisp air, nostalgia. Transylvania. A farmhouse lay in the heart of Hargita, where once-cherished memories had been born.











