Why I am Afraid to Call Myself a Feminist

I’m a feminist, but I’m growing shy about saying that. I have a lot of friends who are survivors of abuse and sexual trauma. I spend a lot of time advocating for and supporting them and others like them. Many of these survivors demonstrate very deep trust in me. Because Read more

Chaotic Inspiration

A photograph, miraculously taken of a star’s birth, taken just when that star ripped itself from absolute chaos (near the constellation of Sagittarius, my birth sign) an undeniable thrill, this sign – a star born at my sign Scientists become poets, (a rich and powerful dichotomy) describing a supernova explosion Read more

The Tear

“Does your weakness show as your strength?” Rivka leans towards me from behind a scratched wooden desk in her office at Neve Yerushalayim Girls’ Seminary. The thin metal folding chair I’m sitting on creaks as I cross and uncross my nylon covered legs under my long blue skirt. It’s October, Read more