Rishe Groner
So. I don’t know about you, but I never thought we’d be here. Saying goodbye to Sukkot, the grand festival of rejoicing, the time when we celebrate harvest, honor abundance,… Read more »
So. I don’t know about you, but I never thought we’d be here. Saying goodbye to Sukkot, the grand festival of rejoicing, the time when we celebrate harvest, honor abundance,… Read more »
Sukkot is supposed to be the holiday of rejoicing. And yet for me, a particularly difficult time, as a single woman. Usually, it’s the week before Sukkot that I put… Read more »
We are living in uncertain times. In Argentina, my home, the flights are almost totally suspended and the feeling of confinement and distance becomes more evident. I am an artist… Read more »
What better way to celebrate the abundance of the harvest than by stuffing vegetables with an abundance of meat, rice, vegetables and fruits! No wonder stuffed foods are a traditional… Read more »
By Aileen Jacobson In 1941, Laura Margolis, the American Joint Distribution Committee’s first female field agent, was sent to Shanghai to help the nearly 20,000 Jews who had fled there… Read more »
Portland is one of the whitest cities in America, with an extremely racist history. So who would have ever thought we would be the city to watch during the modern-day civil rights movement?
The world is calling me to write. It’s also calling me to try new things and when I get scared, to surrender and try again.
As a first-time voter, radical feminist, and survivor of sexual assault, I’d anticipated that this election would be more hopeful than it is.
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 hair was a problem to be solved. From inside and outside the walls of my house, my hair was a symbol of something larger that had nothing and everything to do with me.