On the day of my bat mitzvah, I started to confront my internalized antisemitism and sexism.

My experiences with women’s Orthodox spaces showcase how we can work for an equal Orthodoxy.

I discovered Micah Bazant’s “TimTum: A Trans Jew Zine” in early high school, at a critical juncture (read: identity crisis).

My Doc Martens are so much more than just shoes.

“Are you going to read Torah? We think that’s a boy’s mitzvah.”

My Magen David necklace has transformed from a simple silver chain into an extension of my identity.

My hair doesn’t only destroy hair ties; it also destroys insecurities about my Jewishness and femininity.

My Bubbe’s Lion of Judah pin is a reminder for me of my grandmother: a strong, feminist leader.

One day, I hope to walk into an egalitarian Jewish space with my tallit on my shoulders and my kippah on my head.

Judith Plaskow said, “I am not a Jew in the synagogue and a feminist in the world."

There aren't outside pressures from patriarchy in the all-girls camp bubble; but that doesn't mean that bigotry is eradicated.

I’ve learned the value of endurance in activism through my experience with Talmud learning.

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.