Rites of WomanhoodBy Aliyah Blattner I. All women are accordions. We wheeze. II. My mother once defined girlhood as the act of folding in on oneself. When...
An Ever Ascending Song - After Babylonian Talmud, Tractate Ta’anit 23aBy Penina Satlow And so it came to pass That I was not born into a world of carob trees Though I am the seed standing tall planted...
Homing BeaconBy Sarah Lewis In French, time is a location, A point on a temporal map. On ne dit pas quand, mais où. One does not say when, but where....
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