I said I’d convert to placate my boyfriend. But his family would never disregard the fact that I was Korean.
I broke away from my hometown’s Orthodox community. But the girl I wanted to date wasn’t sure she had the strength to follow me.
I don’t talk like my fellow Torontonians because I was raised inside the ‘Bathurst Bubble,’ the city’s Jewish community
When people ask questions about my Soviet past, the answers aren’t easy. I’d rather be defined by my future.
I didn’t fit in among the scruffy rock musicians and young women in shawls and drapey skirts, but my Shavuot visit changed me
My grandfather told me his hometown no longer existed. But I found it—and finally came to appreciate my own heritage.
As a black classical singer, I avoided singing negro spirituals—until Yiddish music helped me hear them in a new way as a Jew
I spent my teenage years in rebellious pursuit of an unattainable body. It almost cost me everything.
In her memoir ‘The Pat Boone Fan Club,’ Sue William Silverman recalls where she and her Christian boyfriend went their separate ways
The late author’s work was Talmudic in nature. That’s why his books made me miss the Jewish texts I’d left behind.
The Soviet Jewish émigré and the founder of an American organization for LGBT Russian-speakers says, ‘We’re all activists now’
The first time I really got to know gentiles, I had my guard up. But they embraced me in a way my own community had never done.
I grew up hating my curly, unruly frizz. But on a trip to Israel, I found people who celebrated kinky locks—theirs and mine.