When I was a little girl, I had a very clear picture of how my romantic life would turn out. Here’s what would happen: When I was about 18 or 19, I would meet the love of my life. He would come home, meet my parents, impress them and, after a few years of dating, we would get married.

If you’ve attended a J Street U event at the University of Michigan in the last two years, you’ve probably heard of Susya. Maybe you’ve seen pictures of its children or hillsides.

Richard Spencer is the country’s leading white supremacist.

Many people who have known me for a long time were shocked when I decided to join a sorority.

This past week, chants of “Hey hey, ho ho, Richard Spencer has got to go” rang on our campus.

Every Friday for as long as I can remember, I’ve concluded my day with a phone call to my Ammamma.

Let him come. Bring it on. I want Richard Spencer. 

If you have ever set foot in Ann Arbor, you know why it’s called “tree city.” And we are not talking about the fall foliage — we are referring to weed.

In 1954, the U.S. Supreme Court ordered the desegregation of public schools in the country.

I was invited to participate in the Nov. 14 Central Student Government debate on divestment from Israel, but before I could do so, CSG voted to bar me from speaking.