Bobbie Sackman
Let me say it clearly – we older adults are part of the future, not just the past.
What Does an Age Justice Agenda Look Like?
Tag: feminism
Esther in a New World
Ilana Kurshan
As part of his only recorded direct speech in the book of Esther, Mordechai exhorts his orphaned cousin Esther to appeal to King Ahaseurus, suggesting that Queen Esther’s raison d’etre… Read more »
A Reproductive Shabbat
Steph Black
Until we are comfortable loudly discussing abortion and reproductive freedom in our communities, we will inadvertently perpetuate the idea that abortion is taboo.
Forget Russia: a Q&A with L. Bordetsky-Williams
Yona Zeldis McDonough
A novel about generational trauma and how it affects both the present and the future.
Honoring the Memory of a Special Young Woman— by Teaching Consent
Eleanor J. Bader
The Foundation’s first Executive Director, Marissa Neuman Jachman, spoke to Lilith about Levitas, the Foundation’s important work, and the challenges of addressing volatile social issues.
Every Safe Space Has a Door: An Interview with Comedian Judy Gold
Rachel Fadem
Great comedy makes you think. But it can also change your mind. Especially when you see someone who is the polar opposite of you, onstage, making you laugh.
7 Jewish Feminist Highlights of 2020
Helene Meyers
Even with all its tsuris [Yiddish for trouble, and not the good kind], 2020 had some bright spots for Jewish feminists.
The Sufgania That Made Me Feel At Home In a Place That Rarely Felt Like One
Polina Kroik
I could never find the sufganiot of my Israeli childhood, the ones that my father bought for a couple of shekels in the local bakery and brought home unexpectedly one damp night.
Saving Leonardo de Vinci’s “Lady with the Ermine”
Yona Zeldis McDonough
A novel that traces the fraught journey of Leonardo de Vinci’s famous <em>Lady with the Ermine</em>, and how this priceless work of art was ultimately saved from the Nazis. </p>
Life Without Lipstick
Yona Zeldis McDonough
And although none of these compare even remotely to the loss of life and living, they inflict a particular kind of pain because they are set against the backdrop of such monumental tragedy. One of those small sorrows is the loss of lipstick—and by this I mean red lipstick because for me, that’s the only kind there is.