Shmita

This year is Shmita year, it is the sabbatical year in the seven year agricultural cycle when you let the land rest. More than rest. You let the land lie fallow. Lie fallow. That phrase used to feel desolate to me, almost a lonely sort of emptying, but now it feels...

Just another showdown.

You know how in cop shows they never stop and take a moment? We’re having a giant fight about how I’m too close to this case and also (subtext!) how we shouldn’t have slept together and now I’m flipping my hair and marching into the...
The Fluent Self