and woman is a bird who arrives at the end carrying us to a new beginning (we thought we were torn, like paper, but really, we were making room for our wings).
I have a name but too often I have been rendered nameless. Me too. I have a voice but too often my voice has not been heeded. Me too. I have a shape but too often my body has been leered at or made invisible. Me too. All these acts. To make a person. This … Continue reading Me Too: A Jewish Response to Abuse
To ascend does not mean to not speak Of the dead and the dying And the insidiousness of silence that stamps out women in the realm of the living. And to ascend does not mean to pour oil over the living dead Of anointing our joy over our starvation And the draping of miracles over … Continue reading To Ascend Does Not Mean to Not Speak: Blessing for an Intersectional Hanukkah