Elizabeth
Sensky

I was born by a river in a little tent Words singing over time and space somehow lodged in my heart, though never intended for me. It’s a...

So much pressure to make something of ourselves, to make the most out of our time, to make more money, create more impact, spend less...

looking out a window on a quiet bus or in the twilight above the clouds, a plane’s blinking wing light marking the space between my...

My best friend left me an audio message the other day in which she mused in wonder about the fact that we’ve been talking, talking,...

I need to trust in the unfolding, like a seamstress carefully laying her fabric out to measure. I need to hold myself like she holds the...