Journalism by Jewish college students, for Jewish college students.
I. Looking “The right to look is not about merely seeing. It begins at a personal level with the look into someone else’s eyes to express friendship, solidarity, or love. That look must be mutual, each inventing the other, or it fails.” – Nicholas Mirzoeff, “The Right to Look” Growing up, I hated davening. The…
“We’d been flirting for over a week now, but being in an Orthodox Jewish seminary made it hard for us to actually do anything.”
I could see it all through a foggy haze, Kit and I forming a new life built up from the rotten wood and busted stone, broken pieces melded together to be whole again.
“I told you, you can. You’re a Jew, I’m a Jew, it’s what we are. We take things. You can take it.”
“I stood there, in my father’s closet, looking up at the cracked white paint of the ceiling, hoping God would hear that I was man, woman, and everything too.”
In 5815, ten unconnected Jews in disparate locations will have concurrent experiences of arriving at gan eden.
“They say I was grieving my loss as the only righteous woman; that sizzles my bones, as if I bought into that scathing myth we force feed our girls, that womanhood is scarce and to be monopolized.”
Shira had been texting her best friend for a long time. Maybe this will be forever, she thought. This imperfect, one-sided conversation. The world is built on longing, she remembered as she pulled one end of the gum out of her mouth, stretched it out, and stuck the end back in and pulled to make a loop.
Nurit arranges a tomato rose surrounded by green pepper spirals on a small glass plate of tuna salad. She admires her masterpiece and sets it down next to the box of spelt crackers on the table set for one.