Huffington Post

March 2025

It’s not an exaggeration to say that President Trump is running plays straight out of Hitler’s playbook. And it’s not just the hypervigilance I inherited that makes me take note. Trans kids like E. are canaries in the coal mine. If we don’t stand up for them and stop Trump in his tracks, history makes patently clear where this path leads. You may not bear the brunt of this persecution yourself. Your children might be fine. But, as M. Gessin argues with ferocious eloquence, “The reason you should care about this is not that it could happen to you but that it is already happening to others.”

That should be enough.

Buzzfeed

February 2025

We are all one millimeter away from losing our most fundamental civil rights: E. and other trans youth are the canaries in the coal mine. As the granddaughter of a Jewish refugee who fled Germany in 1931, I feel unshakable echoes of the Nazi rise to power. Pastor Martin Niemöller’s poem "First They Came," is cited so often it’s a cliché, but his admonition has never rung truer in my lifetime.

Business Insider

June 2024

By the end of the school year, we're all more than ready for a month apart. And by the end of camp, we're thrilled to reunite. When we do, we bring with us what we've learned on our respective summer vacations: how to be in the world as individuals. That's something they're experiencing for the first time — and something we need to do again and again as parents to make sure we don't lose ourselves in our love for them.

Viator

December 2022

Through the lens of our values, even these risks turn into opportunities. To detour to places we wouldn’t otherwise have visited. To teach our kids resilience and flexibility as we try to keep our own cool. How well our children remember the details of these journeys, how much they can someday put into words the ways in which they’ve been forged by them—that’s not the point.

People—and especially kids—don’t need to look back on their experiences to be changed by them. Immersion in new places, cultures, languages, and foods shapes our brains and perspectives as we go.

Kveller
September 2022

I squeezed his fingers in my tiny fist. He was 70 and I was 5, but as our hands completed a circuit a current of love flowed from me to him. I didn’t let go until we survived the Kaddish, when the room erupted into the joyous refrains of Adon Olam, and we sang along through our tears.

My grandma had died a few weeks earlier. April 17, 1988…