Grappling with the Complexities of Black, Queer and Jewish
鈥淢y first Hillel dinner at school was when I was a prospective student. My host鈥檚 name was Dana, and she, along with the people I met that weekend, are the reason I鈥檓 here. From the moment I stepped into the admissions building to check-in, I felt welcomed and loved, and it continued throughout the rest […]