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

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."

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

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.

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.

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.

Joan Nestle opened the door to important conversations about women and sexuality. Contemporary feminist activists must continue them.

Every good dystopian novel is about a character who questions the system. In this way, Betty Friedan is like my favorite characters: Katniss, Tris, Jonas. 

I learned from Blu Greenberg that to accept the discomfort of existing in the intersection between feminism and Judaism is an empowering thing to do.

I never, ever imagined that I would be sexually harassed. I thought that my environment was safe, and that I was doing everything I could to keep myself safe.

The boys in my class created a self-fulfilling prophecy. Their worry over claiming a title because of their lack of action made it impossible for them to take action in the first place.

I was weird for being strong. “Weird” because physical strength is not often an attribute associated with women.

With the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements on the rise, I knew I wanted to deal with the issue of sexual violence.

In between the mutters of “slut” thrown out like gut punches, the message was clear. They were making rape jokes.

Women of the World was the club where I could talk about issues I really cared about, such as sexism and the wage gap.