Featured Essays
Liba’s Story: Living & Healing Through Grief
Written By Liba Lurie in The Layers Writing Workshops. Photos by Shira Lankin Sheps (1/5) “When Will She Be Home?” It had been months since I had heard from my father. It’s Friday night, on May 28th, 1993. I’m 8 years old and it’s 8pm, which means only one thing: I’m perched in my self-designated…
Read MoreGiving it to G-d
“Is everything okay?” I timidly ask in the examination room. I’m anxiously waiting as the doctor performs the very first ultrasound. “I hear the heart. It sounds good,” she says and I breathe a sigh of relief knowing all too well what it feels like when the doctor doesn’t. But that feeling is short-lived. The…
Read MoreThe Life Waiting For Me: A Letter
This essay was workshopped in The Layers Writing Workshops. Dear Hashem, You know everything that I have been through. You know that when I was 15 and struggling with deep mental health challenges, I had to drop out of high school. You saw how I could no longer continue being in school and pretend to…
Read MoreWhere I’m Meant To Be
THIS ESSAY WAS WORKSHOPPED IN THE LAYERS WRITING WORKSHOPS. There was something I wanted. Something I was so busy dreaming of, it consumed my daily thoughts and seeped into my sleep. When I thought of it, my chest would feel heavy because of how much space it took up. I had a vision of a…
Read MoreMeeting Myself In the Attic
This essay was workshopped in The Layers Writing Workshops. I never thought I would have the courage to finally face the world. For so long I was afraid to admit it, because really, I was avoiding it. I grew up in Caracas, Venezuela, in a very well-to-do Jewish community where many kids my age had…
Read MoreLooking Toward the Heavens
Last night was surreal. I sat with some of my sisters, my mother, and my daughter in the darkness listening to the reading of Meggilat Eicha. In the distance we could hear rumbling; of warplanes, rockets, and the explosions of the Iron dome. My daughter was squeezing my hand, I could feel fear making her…
Read MoreAll The Things I Can & Cannot Remember
This Story Contains: Pregnancy Loss, Pregnancy Termination, Grief This essay was written and workshopped in The Layers Writing & Publishing Your Personal Essay Workshop. “In a town called Kfar Saba, not far from where I live, in a tall building above a ‘Fresh Market’ supermarket, there was a gynecologist’s office. Don’t ask me what the…
Read MoreForever On A Blurry Road: Memories of A Past Relationship
He drove a red Jeep Cherokee Laredo. It’s a noticeable car, and for years, I noticed them everywhere. I would be hit with a rush of bittersweet memories, thinking all at once of every time he drove up to my house and I ran out to meet him, every time we drove together. That time…
Read MoreThe Night I Was Redeemed
It was the night of the Exodus. There we were in our homes; waiting, terrified, and exhilarated. As per Moses’s command, we prepared the sacrificial lamb. We marked our doorposts with its blood, and as a family unit, hastily ate its roasted meat. Loins girded, sandals on our feet, and staffs in our hands; we…
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