Mollie Steimer dedicated her life to advocating for prisoners. Though we’ll likely never fully live up to her anarchist ideals, we can fight for radical solutions.

Electing a candidate who advocates for reproductive rights for all is just as essential as ensuring women are represented in government.

In order to live up to a name like Judith, we must face our own Holoferneses head on.

On the day of my bat mitzvah, I started to confront my internalized antisemitism and sexism.

My experiences with women’s Orthodox spaces showcase how we can work for an equal Orthodoxy.

I discovered Micah Bazant’s “TimTum: A Trans Jew Zine” in early high school, at a critical juncture (read: identity crisis).

My Doc Martens are so much more than just shoes.

“Are you going to read Torah? We think that’s a boy’s mitzvah.”

My Magen David necklace has transformed from a simple silver chain into an extension of my identity.

My hair doesn’t only destroy hair ties; it also destroys insecurities about my Jewishness and femininity.

My Bubbe’s Lion of Judah pin is a reminder for me of my grandmother: a strong, feminist leader.

One day, I hope to walk into an egalitarian Jewish space with my tallit on my shoulders and my kippah on my head.

Judith Plaskow said, “I am not a Jew in the synagogue and a feminist in the world."

There aren't outside pressures from patriarchy in the all-girls camp bubble; but that doesn't mean that bigotry is eradicated.

I’ve learned the value of endurance in activism through my experience with Talmud learning.

At camp, every song had a different tune, and for every prayer I knew, there were four more I didn’t.

The simple image of a flower growing in Auschwitz reminded me of the strength and power that hope can carry.

There were no chairs in the women's section of my school's shul. 

This prayer shawl was the antithesis of everything I’d told myself I was supposed to be; it challenged tradition, caught attention, and took up space.

The 2019-2020 Rising Voices Fellows reflect on their time in the Fellowship and on their collaborative zine-making process.

Perfection is the goal and trying is the consequence.

As too many Jewish women find their allegations unheard and unaddressed, I am responsible to amplify those female voices.

Writing in my journal is not only a way for me to process my feelings; it's also a way for me to keep a record for the future.

When I think back on mornings spent sitting on a stool in the kitchen before school, pouting as my mother detangled my thick hair, I’m glad she wrestled those knots for me. 

In March, my RVF piece about Ray Frank went up on the blog; however, parts of this blog post trouble me.