Joining RVF, I did not doubt my identity as Jewish feminist. I questioned what Jewish feminism really had to do with writing—but I went along with it.

In some ways this “identity revolution” introduces a new type of social order.

Over the past couple of years, I have paid particular attention to the rise in the use of bowls instead of plates. Now, I am not one to “yuck” another’s “yums” but this seems to manifest itself as yet another dieting habit—in addition to specific diet foods/drinks or simply not eating—that differentiates adolescent girls and boys.

Charlaque lived through perhaps one of the most horrific periods in world history as a Jew AND as a transgender woman, AND she survived.

Aunt Barbara gave me the opportunity to forge my own Jewish identity, with the help of a simple, silver, Star of David.