I fear Donald Trump’s administration will breed the next generation of timid women fearful to speak their minds due to the harsh public in which they will grow.
On January 21st, I marched on Washington D.C. alongside hundreds of thousands of people of varying genders, shapes, races, and identities in order to promote equality.
I walked past the Capitol Building. The white dome, which is normally surrounded by busy tourists, was surrounded by a sea of pink.
I cannot know what will be said about these hundreds of thousands of protesters. I do not even know if I should count myself as one of them. I agree with the platform of the Women’s March. I share political opinions with much of these people. I’m here in solidarity with all of them.
Oh, the dreaded college interview. The moment you actually have to prove you’re a functional, charming, coherent human being to someone who graduated from your dream school.
This year, the first night of Hanukkah fell on Christmas Eve, which has not happened since 1978. When Christmas and Hanukkah coincide, it complicates many interfaith households around the country, including mine.
The outcome of the 2016 presidential election led to a shocking Wednesday morning for some, or in my case, an incredibly late Tuesday night.
What do we do, now that we have Donald John Trump coming into office as the 45th President of the United States?
Once the presidential election van finally sputtered to the finish line, Americans at the sidelines could only wonder what was in store for their country.
America has spoken and the liberals are crying.