Have you been to rock bottom? No shame, fellow rock-bottom-visitors; I’ve been there! But I want to put forth a not-always-meme-able idea:...

For the last 18 months I have been taking an online poetry class over Zoom. Oh, how I loved it! It was a place of extraordinary artistic res...

—I nodded. Removing my organs would save me,     but the scar tissue from healing guaranteed biological theft.   Yet how could I prize the p...

• Shall I swipe on a filter and attempt to commiserate? • Shall I slap on a bold lip and pretend this isn’t a profoundly difficult time to b...

It's The Most Wonderful Time In The Year. Right? Wrong. It’s not only deepest winter, it is February, there’s a pandemic, and in walks t...

 Happy Birthday, Alec.   How could I possibly articulate how magnificent Alec George Hao Silver is, and what he means to me?   How could I e...

Oh hello there. Are you in need of some inspiration?   Behold: This is my friend Carla Stickler.   Last week (in the midst of everything) Ca...

 Thank you, The Guardian . 

 When I arrived on the “shores” of New York City in the winter of 2011 I was what can only be described as a “total disaster human—” faking ...

Happy festival of lights.   Tonight the   chanukiah   will be full. It's my favorite night of Hanukkah.   This year I just want to keep ...

  This is the last photograph of my un-scarred body. The last photo of a sick woman. The final photo of Alexandra Silber with colitis.  ...

 And just like that, the Troupe disperses. What a life we lead. The sacrifices made to serve as we do. For all of the emotional, spiritual a...