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.