Dear Hillel: Leading with Pride and Joy
Right before sunset on Friday evenings, something special happens on Mowatt Lane in College Park, Maryland.
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Right before sunset on Friday evenings, something special happens on Mowatt Lane in College Park, Maryland.
This year’s Hillel International Israel Summit was one of the most impactful conferences I have attended.
In commemoration of Yom HaShoah, Kate shared the work she is doing to guide her students in remembering and honoring the Holocaust.
At least once a day, I think about how much this work reminds me of the joy and meaning I found at Jewish summer camp.
When news broke of a deal to release the hostages held in Gaza, time itself seemed to pause.
Rebecca Brumer is a third-year student at Marquette University and a Hillel International Intern. We recently sat down with her to learn more about her connection to Hillel and her Jewish identity.
Warsaw has always been my home. I was born here and grew up in and around the city. It’s central to who I am, and serving the Jewish community here has been a foundational part of my life for many years.
My commitment to my Jewish identity was always strong, but took shape when I decided to leave my home in Uruguay to attend university in the United States. If I was going to go so far away from home, my mother strongly urged me to pick a school with a big Jewish community that could support […]
I am a bi-racial Jew: My mom is white and Jewish, and my dad is Black and a non-practicing Christian. My parents always told me how special I am to be part of two extraordinary groups of people, but I long believed I could only be one or the other. Over the years I have learned to become more comfortable coexisting in both identities.
But I love Israel, and sharing that love has always been so important to me, so when my friend came back to me a few months later and told me that Stanford University was looking for an Israel Fellow at the last minute, I decided to apply. A month and a half later, I was settling into California life.