Heather Paul
I never wanted to be a queen. I only wanted to be Vashti.
I never wanted to be a queen. I only wanted to be Vashti.
The fact that someone who’s currently sitting in Congress seriously peddled this antisemitic conspiracy isn’t a joking matter to me.
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.
My whole pre-teen and teenage life, I watched films and television shows and thought, “Where am I?” Never before had I seen a girl with a subway map of scars on her body get the guy of her dreams. I had never seen a girl who used a walker be the prom queen.
This year, so much about our lives, including how we celebrate holidays, is different, which makes it a perfect time to move beyond potato latkes and embrace some new ideas for delicious Hanukkah eating.
What gave mid-century trailblazers like RBG the courage of their convictions?
The “use it or lose it” attitude toward voter registration reveals a major flaw in our country— it seems that voting is in fact not a right, but a privilege.
My chosen people, with whom I build community, are Black and queer and woman and sister and artist. My people are feminist, and pro-Black and anti-racist, and co-creating ways to dismantle capitalism in all its manifestations.