On a visit to the Houston Holocaust Museum I learned that had I lived in Nazi-ruled Germany I would have been classified as a “first-degree mischling.”
Author: Ruth Nasrullah
Not quite woke but pissed as hell
Call me a snowflake. I own it. At some point in the latter days of the 2016 election, some right-wing Twitter users created an artificial
Rage against the dying of the light
My mother passed away last Friday, February 3. I don’t have a living mother anymore. I don’t know if that will ever feel like a normal statement.
“Follow your passion,” they say
I have decided to approach writing not as a profession, but as a tool.
Somebody that I used to know
I’m writing an author Q&A with Arsalan Iftikhar (The Muslim Guy) on the occasion of the release of his new book, Scapegoats: How Islamophobia Helps Our Enemies and Threatens Our Freedoms. He writes about becoming the Muslim Guy shortly after September 11, 2001.
Swimming to Palestine
Rummaging through a wonderful cardboard box full of family memorabilia, I came across a series of letters my grandmother wrote in researching for her brother
Happy Chrismukkah!
Actually I never heard the term Chrismukkah until today, when I searched for a good hashtag for Tweeting my latest Gray Matters article, Christmas for
Trump, Trumping, Trumpet etc.
I have been trying to avoid the many puns that could be used with Donald Trump’s name, so far successfully. I have Tweeted dozens of
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