Sara McKinney

The last time I read Paradise Lost, I had to stop every few pages to rest my eyes. Not because I am losing my sight, like the poet himself did at 43, but because the tendons behind my eyeballs often spasm due to a chronic condition called fluoroquinolone-associated disability. 

Akiva Asher

Here, now, we wrestle with G-d amidst fear and darkness. The world is uncertain, bleak even. But still we fight on against what should be insurmountable odds.