Nonfiction

A synagogue ark with colorful tapestry curtains and Hebrew inscriptions.

The Frozen Chosen

The Alaskan Jewish community demonstrates that no matter how challenging the environment or how small the population, a thriving Jewish community can always be built and endure.
Tampons and pads sticking out of the back pocket of a pair of jeans.

Checking Into the Red Roof Inn

My country is afraid when I bleed.
A black and white photo of a person's legs, walking down a sidewalk through heavy rain.

The Alienation of Being the Only Fat Person in a Skinny...

His joke brought me back to every moment when my personhood was placed after my weight, with others assuming that my personality simply couldn’t exist because I wasn’t skinny.
A hand holds up a sign that reads, "I'm sorry kiddo, I was wrong. Monsters do exist."

Mishkan T’Filah for Children

When I said the “Sh’ma,” a declaration of monotheism and peoplehood, I recalled learning the words at age six. I saw Kfir’s face, and I prayed that he, too, would one day grow old enough to say “Sh’ma Yisrael.”
Next to a large piece of dough dusted with crumbs, hands reach into a mixing bowl full of graham cracker pieces.

Baked Into Me

I swallow slowly, letting the happiness baked into it wash over me.
A round-braided challah loaf, on a table surrounded by wine glasses, cutlery, and a red flower.

Gratitude and Challah Bread

We focus on the indulgences of the love and history we taste with each mouthful, remembering the interweaving of the past and present.
A silhouette against a beach sunset.

My Father’s Shema

My father’s Shema is rough and low, like wind gusting over rocky sand.
A silver chanukiah rests on a wooden shelf.

A Humble Jewish Carpenter

How could I forget seeing my history on a screen?
A photo of the Western Wall in Jerusalem

A Community Against Hate

Just two days after the attack, a “Rally Against Hate” was held at the temple, gathering members of different faiths and backgrounds to stand up against acts of bias and intolerance.
A middle-aged man wearing a kippah places pita dough to go into a stone oven.

That’s Not Hummus

For my father, hummus is not just a dip that you order at a restaurant to try something “ethnic.” It is a taste of home.
An dark, empty living room of white furniture with drawn blinds.

Creating Living Rooms Worth Living In

Perhaps I am the resident problem, but I am a problem on my own terms: I refuse to become an innocuous killjoy
A collection of Polaroids depicting teenagers and a house's exterior, scattered over a grassy lawn.

Identity crisis?

"the whole of me can be found in the whole of others"
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