Black Bat Mitzvah

Black Bat Mitzvah

At the time of my bat mitzvah, my party felt like a collision of all the different parts of my identity. It did not feel like a celebration or a coming of age. I was too young to take a step back and appreciate the beauty of the supernova. I was intoxicated by the...
Fractured Cracks

Fractured Cracks

There are countless words that have slipped through the cracks of translation, found the underground tunnels of a language, like water to its palm, always running through the ridges but never getting stuck. Words that don’t exist or simply don’t make sense in English...
Broken Lines of Belonging

Broken Lines of Belonging

I have a vision in my head of antisemitism. What I thought it was: Barbed wire fences and crazed soldiers, yellow stars blinking against the dark hue of a winter coat, the looming choice of a baptism or execution. Swastikas, stabbings, shootings, news headlines...
The Lessons I Learned in France

The Lessons I Learned in France

When you learn something new in school, have you ever asked yourself, “When are we ever going to use this in real life?” I know I have. Many times (especially in calculus). This past year I took AP European History. Don’t get me wrong, I love learning about history,...