Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition

In this moment, I sit in a mountain-top cafe overlooking the Kabalistic town of Tzfat, Israel, delving into familial stories of Spanish Jewry long-buried under the weight of generations sheltered by American privilege. The sole survivor of my maternal line, I carry within me the stories of my mother, my mother’s mother, and my mother’s…

22 and Engaged

Yesterday, while procrastinating packing, I came across an article titled 23 Things To Do Instead of Getting Engaged Before You’re 23 posted by a few friends on Facebook. Despite being 22 and engaged, I clicked, curious to see how many I’d completed. The answer is 13, but that’s not why I’m writing this. The entire…

To (not) Rape and Pillage

As a pro-Israel American Jew, I’ve encountered my fair share of anti-Semitism. Whether in regard to the existence of the state of Israel or my own personal religious beliefs, I’ve found myself the spokesperson for the Jewish people more times than I care to recall. Which is why, when former Israeli soldier Hen Mazzig was…