Let me love you, Iran, and I promise to bring the best of my Ashkenazi heritage to the table-minus the gefilte fish.

Today, what we are witnessing on college campuses across the nation is an entirely new breed of the old antisemitic tropes that have waxed and waned on the battlefield of the American academy.

In addition to donations, what if we take up the sacred task of learning Hebrew to send letters of support to our soldiers and surviving families?

As American Jews, at what point do we stop to assess the collateral damage that the coalescence of crippling student loan debt and the advancement of AI in all facets of the economy will have on America’s working and middle class?

Low pay, highly stressful working conditions and the political battleground that has rendered the classroom ground zero have resulted in a nation-wide teacher shortage that threatens the fabric of public education at all levels and across all demographics.

At this stage, memory is what we hold on to as we, her surviving family members, try to imagine the next chapter without her physical being—without hearing her voice, which remains etched on our souls.