Rebecca Katz
No one cared when my grandmother got angry: a comic.
Whenever I would see Flory Jagoda, it was as if she had been waiting just for me, greeting me with her lovely smile and sparkling eyes. Often, she would say, “Here you are!” And now that she could kiss me–always on both cheeks–and hold my hand tightly, she seemed happy. I know I certainly was.… Read more »
I never wanted to be a queen. I only wanted to be Vashti.
To my fellow Jews: it is time to begin building relationships and solidarity with your AAPI family.
The fact that someone who’s currently sitting in Congress seriously peddled this antisemitic conspiracy isn’t a joking matter to me.
Until we are comfortable loudly discussing abortion and reproductive freedom in our communities, we will inadvertently perpetuate the idea that abortion is taboo.
Our history is more beautiful, complex, tragic, and miraculous than can be covered in a lesson, a bulletin board, or in a month.
My Jewish farming journey pointed me back home to the South, and made me long to put down roots in the place that, as a Jewish teenager, I could not wait to leave.
While my tears flowed and the moment felt surreal, my five-year-old asked me if Elsa from Frozen is real.
Perhaps we can create our own seven species… qualities for this time to help us focus on what we need to find in abundance within ourselves.