Lila Goldstein
Time feels like it’s standing still, so why not revisit some gems from the Lilith archive?
Time feels like it’s standing still, so why not revisit some gems from the Lilith archive?
When climate justice is a family affair.
Los Angeles-based poet Rhiannon McGavin talks to Lilth about her sophomore collection of poetry, Grocery List Poems.
Are you all fired up? Tevet babies, this is for you!
In a story about gentile Albanians protecting Jewish ones, I saw what my Muslim great grandparents, living in Nazi-occupied North Macedonia in the 1940s, experienced.
I was a drifter between cultural identities, often performing culture rather than truly feeling part of it.
I wore only skirts for years, but I didn’t care for Judaism much. I wear pants now, but I pray.
We need faith-based spaces where the participants are not seen as the ‘other.’ Spaces where we are not told ‘you don’t look Jewish’ or asked, ‘no, where are you really from?’
Wrestling with the legacy of signing melodies by Shlomo Carlebach— prolific and influential song leader, and also a known abuser.
My great-grandfather was detained at Angel Island. Immigrants carved tens of thousands of poems into every square inch of the barrack walls, describing their anguish of captivity and longing for home.