I suddenly wondered why I was trying so hard to erase the one feature that connected me to my family and culture. That thought made me pause, and I put the blow dryer down.
As I navigate life as a Jewish teenager, I hope to think of myself as something of a modern-day Rebecca, but one with the permission to read Torah and the drive to interpret it.
When I light candles on Shabbat, using the same candlesticks that my ancestors lit over 100 years prior, I feel connected to everyone who has come before me.
The communal summer camp hangers passed hands, traveled across state lines, and held dresses for girls who just wanted to feel beautiful with the help of their friends.