thea sass-ainsworthBernard SassI never met my grandfather Bernard, but he maintains a heavy presence in my consciousness, due in large part (I realize now) to the…Jan 13, 2020Jan 13, 2020
thea sass-ainsworthUnderstanding Toxic Masculinity, or: How to Realize Revolution Through CompassionLast Sunday night, on a crisp, clear evening in Los Angeles, I sat with a cis male friend of mine at the bar. We were having one of those…Jan 28, 2019Jan 28, 2019
thea sass-ainsworthThe FamilyWhen my brother Larry and I emerged — bleary-eyed, jet lagged, and toting heavy luggage — from Ben Gurion Airport; as we sheepishly…Dec 9, 2016Dec 9, 2016
thea sass-ainsworthinHuman PartsThe Way Things Were“Beautiful names for ugly streets,” a tall man with a tidy salt-and-pepper mustache read out loud to a small crowd assembled around him. He…Sep 22, 2015Sep 22, 2015
thea sass-ainsworthinHuman PartsTell Me About Your Summer“Same old stuff. Summer stuff, I mean.” Jul 6, 2014Jul 6, 2014
thea sass-ainsworthinHuman PartsHow to Fix a RelationshipI should have just said: “I feel trapped. You’re stifling me. We’ve become too different. Our relationship is falling apart.”Jun 2, 2014Jun 2, 2014