Yes, I’m a feminist.

Yes, I’m a feminist.

In the heat of the summer of 2005, at the peak of the Jewish settlement withdrawal from Gaza in Israel, I boarded a plane out of Toronto with my mother to Jerusalem. Planes, trains, automobiles. Like any summer, it was sticky and muggy on the East Coast, and...
My Mala

My Mala

“Damnit!” I yelled, running into my kitchen table bench, clutching keys tightly and spilling coffee down my arm; a quick, hot, muddy Nile river of Ethiopian blend. It was 6:45am this morning and I was running late for my yoga class. Juggling to stay upright, I dropped...