I awake suddenly, a feeling of emptiness in the pit of stomach. As my eyes adjust, all I see is stone around me. I open my mouth to try to call out for help, but no sound comes out. I begin to wander around, looking for someone who can help me. I desperately want to... Continue Reading →
I don’t want to write about politics. I don’t want to write about abortion laws, women’s rights gun rights, or religion. I don’t want to write about the evils of this world, pretending as though the evil within me does not exist. I don’t want to write about how I am right, and you are... Continue Reading →
The Power of Story
Last year, as I read Galit Atlas’s “Emotional Inheritance,” I found myself thinking about my dad, the holes he had in his autobiographical story, and the ways it may have played out subconsciously in his life – and now in mine. Just like we pass down our DNA, we pass down our stories. My dad... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 