Sometimes amid damaging patterns, the loss of people we love, our creeping self-doubt and bone-tiredness with grey—we need reminding our life has been here, beautiful and shining, the whole time. Read more
The Sound Of The Bell As It Leaves The Bell
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The Heavenly Torture Of Grief, Of Winter, The Bulb Before The Tulip
It’s the time of year when the weather acts like a Philip Glass score. The body can’t get enough of the mikva of hot water, and we turn inwards. “What day is it?” one of my students asked in class last week, twirling his pencil. “The 87th of January,” another quipped back, without looking up. Read more
A Portrait Of The Self As Self
It’s challenging, isn’t it? The way we come face-to-face with the things we’d like to leave in the last calendar year, the things we expect ourselves to be able to cleanly cut away from just because we scrawled that we would in 2019? Read more
A Lack Of Bereavement Leave Is Injustice
Grief is trauma. It should be treated in the workplace as such. Read more
When I Lost My Baby, I Turned To Songwriting
Frida Kahlo’s “Henry Ford Hospital” (Credit: flickr/libby rosof) By Miriam Jameson Almost two years ago, I was at my doctor’s office, receiving some of the worst news of my life. I don’t remember what the room looked like, what the doctor was wearing, or where I was seated. I remember that I wanted to scream after the Read more
An Open Letter To Fellow Suicide Survivors
People talk about all the things that happened before the suicide… but what about what happens after? Read more
I Gave My Father’s Heart Away
Death comes laced with injustice. Read more