Can you think of any better reading material than the statistics of sexual harrassment at your university? I can't. It's incredible. This photo states that in the past academic year alone, there have been 25 complaints within the university. (And that's ONLY the cases that were reported! Remember, most cases are not reported!) The article… Continue reading It’s Activism Time!
To the invaluable human soul behind the screen reading my words, I want to talk to you about this week. Sunday the semester starts, and that's not enough time to recover from the emotional impact of this week's events. It's not fair. Yesterday, a crazy person killed a baby with a car. Today, both Jews… Continue reading To You, With Love From A Fellow Human
Domestic violence affects everyone. Whether you are the victim, the perpetrator, the victim or perpetrator's child, relative, friend, coworker, neighbor...you're affected. This is not somebody else's problem. It's not something which isn't your business. And don't think that just because it's a huge probelm that somehow means one person can't make a difference. Check out… Continue reading Be A Good Bystander. You’re Not Exempt From Fighting Violence.
Being a university student means occasionally getting emails from the Dean's office. But how often do they say something like this: "Due to the security situation, students wishing to host relatives and friends from the South of Israel in their dormitories may file a request." Only in Israel would the Dean's Office give permission to… Continue reading Stand With Israel, Chances Are You Owe Us One
So, is he really home? It seems so hard to believe. Only a few months ago we were watching so many protests which appeared to have no effect at all. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there's a deal for his release. Before we know it, there are photos of him hugging his family. How did that… Continue reading Mom, Dad, Couldn’t You Have Used A Better Picture?
On September 11th, 2001, I got up and went to school, said "Good morning!" to a friend, and she snapped, "No. Bad morning." I was ten years old and had just started fifth grade at Orot Etzion in Efrat. I loathed my new homeroom teacher. We didn't have a TV. If my parents had heard… Continue reading Where I Was On 9/11