At camp, every song had a different tune, and for every prayer I knew, there were four more I didn’t.

The simple image of a flower growing in Auschwitz reminded me of the strength and power that hope can carry.

There were no chairs in the women's section of my school's shul. 

This prayer shawl was the antithesis of everything I’d told myself I was supposed to be; it challenged tradition, caught attention, and took up space.

The 2019-2020 Rising Voices Fellows reflect on their time in the Fellowship and on their collaborative zine-making process.

Perfection is the goal and trying is the consequence.

As too many Jewish women find their allegations unheard and unaddressed, I am responsible to amplify those female voices.

Writing in my journal is not only a way for me to process my feelings; it's also a way for me to keep a record for the future.

When I think back on mornings spent sitting on a stool in the kitchen before school, pouting as my mother detangled my thick hair, I’m glad she wrestled those knots for me. 

In March, my RVF piece about Ray Frank went up on the blog; however, parts of this blog post trouble me.

Antisemitism is, unfortunately, not a unique response to a pandemic.

Of all the interview questions I’d prepared for, I didn’t think of this one: "Why are you a writer?”

I tend to have more questions than answers when it comes to God.

In my notebook, I recount anecdotes that bear the mark of the past I am reckoning with today.

To see everything as holy, to be amazed by the simple, beautiful things in the world, not only brings me happiness; it also inspires me to fight for justice.

With "Since Parkland," I tried to celebrate other kids' lives and acknowledge the failures that ended them.

Every time she speaks, it’s as if my grandmother, my bubbe, is delivering an address.

Girls today are given an image of what an ideal body should look like on social media, and our introduction into womanhood and knowing our bodies is through the lens of fixing it.

Because my life has virtually become virtual, writing is now one of my primary means of connecting.

America’s prisons, police forces, and courts seem beyond repair. Imagine how the world might look if God hadn't jumped to punish Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. 

When I brought up the idea of a protest, teachers and peers alike scoffed at first. I was living in Singapore, where protesting was illegal.

Collaging is an old hobby of mine that has taken on new value during this pandemic.

Matriarchal leadership is often portrayed negatively, like in the story of Lilith. My moms have proven to me that we need more of it.

In Austin, lack of housing is a huge, persistent issue. It's not only up to us to choose ethical leaders; we must act individually to fight injustice as well.

My sister went to seminary in Jerusalem after graduating high school, both geographically and symbolically far from her Charlotte roots.