18,987. Eighteen thousand. Nine hundred. Eighty-seven. That’s not the cost of my first car, nor the amount of my first salary. 18,987 is...

*This essay was originally written in December 2020, during COVID. The coroner pulled up to the house directly behind mine. Two men in...

Christmas is lost on me. As a Jewish girl navigating the holidays, I never had the urge to decorate a tree, visit Santa, or make a...