Today, I took BART from Union City to Ashby. A young white woman got on the train at Hayward. She was limping, wearing one shoe. She was wearing dirty clothes, she had a layer of dirt on her face. She looked tired. She sat at the very back of the…

We live with the legacy of the past. We inherit work from generations past alongside destruction left behind, both things accumulating simultaneously. They compound to create our reality — a flawed yet wholly sublime world. And within that world, we each have our lives. And within those lives we breathe…

On Jewish Heritage, Blackness, and Identity — Earlier tonight, at a joyful (albeit belated) seder with friends and family, I was pulled by the eager hand of a five-year-old on the search for the afikomen. This sweet moment made me feel happy, proud, and a little wistful about my Jewish heritage. On BART less than a week…