Nonfiction

Baskets of bagels line the wall of an NYC deli

A Morning at Barney Greengrass

There is something so exciting about finding your identity outside of yourself, no matter how common it might be.
An Israeli flag zip tied to a slender tree

Navigating the Aftermath of October 7th: A Compilation of Perspectives

In partnership with Hadassah Magazine, we asked teen writers, “How has your experience since October 7th changed the way you think about and express your Jewish identity?"
A Princeton University building

A Letter to Student Journalists

Instead of simply reading about the politics of censorship or gender studies, I am living them.
People at the Western Wall

Love and Strength

No, I did not arise that morning with a thirst for justice. That moment came exactly 279 days later in a hotel lobby in Córdoba, Spain.
A brass Jewish star stands on a wooden base against a blurred background.

Shaping My Own Jewish Narrative

When I stepped foot into the JCC for the first time, I wasn’t expecting to see a bag of Sour Patch Kids.
A pair of silver heels gleam in the dark.

On Coming of Age

Adulthood—womanhood—came in flashes.
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 collaged image that shows a girl looking at university buildings from Georgia Tech, Vanderbilt, University of Alabama, and others. The image also includes icons of a Star of David, a rocket, a compass, a propeller, and a satellite dish.

Diary of a Liberal Jew on a College Hunt

My college list is shrinking.
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.
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