“I’m not a baker, but on the day of Trump’s election I made a five-layer cake that towered impressively in a kitchen stocked principally with rice and 20p packs of powdered soup. I told anyone who asked that I was trying to distract myself, but - more honestly - my motivation was defiance.”
I stopped going to synagogue because they separated members of the congregation by gender. When I called the wife of my Rabbi before I left for college, she reminded me to only date Jewish men at school. She didn’t know that I was one.
Here’s the thing. We survive any way that we can. The choices we make when we are trying every day not to die might not look healthy from the outside. Sometimes what we need isn’t a healthy meal cooked for us with love. Sometimes what we need is a knife fight, fast and brutal.
by Savannah Wade | #3. Look at the trash in your room. It will be there when you look next.
Sometimes the trauma these young men are dealing with hits me a little too close to home, makes feeling my own emotions uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s just a book, sometimes it’s more than that. This playlist works the same way.
by Lyndsey B. | you were made of glass when I knew you,
fragile, yet stark