I had to ask the question a 2015 Always ad poses: "why would I let ‘like a girl’ stop me?" Acting like a girl works, and is not something I need to be ashamed of.

Taking inspiration from Rabbi Bernstein’s efforts with Tu B’Shvat, I wonder what a Shmita haggadah might look like.

I wondered, and still do, why it is that I can’t be accepted as a “real Jew” everywhere I go.

For the past year, I’ve been reading the parasha each week. It's been fascinating, meaningful— and incredibly exasperating.

The women in Auschwitz helped Fritzie survive. She repaid them by telling their stories.

Shabbat at synagogue was the one place where my grief belonged, where I belonged, after my my dad died. 

The new movement of Jewish agricultural and regenerative farming has been at the center of my identity development.

I identified with Blu Greenberg’s stance, as I read it: even if I wouldn’t have an abortion myself, it’s still a valid decision for other women to make.

When I brought up the idea of a protest, teachers and peers alike scoffed at first. I was living in Singapore, where protesting was illegal.

My Aunt Tiki inspires my disability rights activism; yet sometimes, I fail to speak up.

The religious pride I saw among Jewish groups in Paris and Berlin inspires me to show courage through community.

Until last year, when the club was first started, we didn’t have a GSA; we also don’t have any LGBTQ+ books, and students aren't aware of staff who are trained in LGBTQ+ inclusivity.

In my opinion, the fall of DACA should have warranted the same amount of coverage in school as the increasingly frequent mass shootings happening in this country.