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I grew up the son of a single mother who put herself through college while raising two kids. I vividly remember days as a kid when my mother would take me with her to college. She expected my sister and I to go to college when the time came.

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.