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Anna Miriam Keller is a Brooklyn based writer, poet and activist. She lives with her partner, Adrian and their interfaith daughters Helen Rose and Alma Evelyn.
Anna Miriam Keller is a Brooklyn based writer, poet and activist. She lives with her partner, Adrian and their interfaith daughters Helen Rose and Alma Evelyn.
Myths and martyrs hold significant space in Jewish storytelling and Jewish belief, and there are no two texts that prove this quite like “The Diary of Anne Frank” and the “Memoirs of Luis de Carvajal, El Mozo.” Anne Frank was one of eight people captured by the Nazis in the Secret Annex, and Luis de…
The time for red ribbons on the crib has come again as I await the birth of my second daughter. In 1900 Anzia Yezierska, a Polish-Jewish immigrant moved to the Lower East Side and wrote a book called Red Ribbon on a White Horse. She ran away from her orthodox family in search of words,…
The thing about growing up in an Orthodox Jewish community is that Halloween simply doesn’t exist. It is not acknowledged, it is not celebrated and it is not noticed. But, just as I had dreamed at a young age of one day having a Christmas tree, I also dreamed of celerating Halloween. Purim is uneventful….
On a recent trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan I discovered a story I had never heard before about a woman named Lilith. I was taking a tour called “Badass Bitches at the Met” with Museum Hack, a company dedicated to offering a unique experience at museums across the country. As a…
I have a terrible recurring dream. I’m hiding in the attic with Anne Frank and she’s calling me “Kitty.” I tell her that I have to go, I don’t know where my daughter is, and she turns to me and tells me that we can’t go anywhere. We are in hiding and we must stay…
One Friday night, while I was pregnant with my baby girl, there was a horrendous fire in the Midwood section of Brooklyn where I live with my partner, Adrian. That night, Adrian and I were driving home late and could see the ambulances flashing lights from a mile away. As we drove closer, we realized…
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