When I was a child, my family’s history was hidden from me. Now I’ve made sure that my own child will always know where she came from.
I found a memento from my bar mitzvah in my parents’ house. Was it finally time to let go of the past, or was it worth keeping?
My family’s history gave me a pedigree as a Jewish New Yorker—until a visit revealed how quickly the past disappeared
In Latvia, visiting a site where thousands were killed seemed too much to bear, until I saw a place where the living still gather
The strange way I learned the story of a man who died defending his trade, his honor, and working-class Jews
He joined the Abraham Lincoln Brigade in 1936, as a Jewish teenager from Brooklyn. This year, I retraced his steps.
In her new memoir, Donna Minkowitz recalls being torn between her mother’s overbearing fantasies and her father’s cruel games
I never felt comfortable in my Orthodox neighborhood on Sukkot until I made a sukkah of my own—from the most unlikely materials
In his new memoir ‘Free Spirit,’ Joshua Safran turns to the library to understand the Jewish heritage his mother can’t explain
My brother was the first to read one of my stories. His unexpected reaction helped me understand the magic of writing.
In this excerpt from her new memoir ‘On My Knees,’ Periel Aschenbrand finds comfort in a visit from her blunt Israeli cousin
The mark on this yeshiva boy’s arm is a symbol of how I ultimately held on to my religious background after I came out
Growing up religious, I missed out on a lot that other kids enjoyed. But looking back, I wouldn’t change it.