I believe that, if Emma Goldman were alive today, her emphasis on writing and lecturing would reshape the modern feminist movement.

I hope that contemporary feminists can learn from Debbie Friedman and bring people together through interactive art.

Stone Butch Blues allowed me to hear my ancestors speak, and it gave me a new understanding of what it means to be queer.

The second pin on this road map is moving beyond research to action. I should use my voice to speak up; but I cannot speak for everyone. 

I have a learning disability. It feels like I’m entering the nonsensical world of Wonderland when I try to get my school to understand that.

As one of four white girls in my Girls Who Code Summer Immersion class of twenty, I was confronted by my privilege in a way that I'd never been before.

How many other teenagers around the state of Florida, around the country, shared my bitterness and anger, but didn’t have the tools to be where I was then?

My aunt sent a tube to the DNA analyzing company, 23andMe. The results she received identified her as 99% Ashkenazi Jew.

As I learned more about what affirmative action really means for students, my worries turned into a sobering recognition of my privilege.

If tikkun olam is something that we believe in fully, then our work will not be complete until every student is empowered with an equitable education.

I’ve been told that, because I’m not white and because I’m queer, I don’t have to stress about college applications.

Talmud became a channel for me to develop and express my Jewish feminism.

The length of your hemline doesn’t matter as long as you choose it for yourself and you accept those who choose differently.

I was visiting Brooklyn, New York with a group of students in my Reform synagogue’s confirmation class. 

My friend wanted to get arrested, one morning in July, on the curb of the sidewalk along a street east of downtown Houston.

Parsley reminds me of my Judaism.

There are a few stories that you may have heard about the orange on the seder plate.

We were at a school open mic about gun control in the weeks following the Marjory Stoneman Douglas shooting.

I expected to feel emotion and attachment to the Kotel. However, despite the burning midday sun, my first visit left me cold.