The Beauty of Shabbos
Our voices create a channel / To leave the heartache and hurt of the past week
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I breathe in the risk of vulnerability, of wishful thinking that one day I will be more than a breath.
“Hello, Me”
"Without my medication, I am like a car driving in the rain, with a person who doesn’t know how to turn on the windshield wipers."
Broken Lines of Belonging
“The stranger thing was, it felt like I’d been staring down my whole life.”
Speaking Through Music
"If I can make my flute cry, people will feel it, no matter what language they speak. If I can make my violin laugh, people will hear it, no matter where they come from."
