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Una(custom)ed to Your story

Saturday was Purim, but my family dressed up all week. Old costumes. Cobbled together costumes. Hand me down costumes. Almost not a costume. And, the final costume was THE costume for the year. I wrote about Purim and Ester often for blog posts. Feminism. Identity. Both are close to center for me. Ideas of being seen or unseen. Courage to ask to be seen.

Anthologies are the best way to find both intersectionality and steps forward towards belonging. They celebrate many stories. Some are costumes. Some are clothes. Chapter by chapter, they show how we wear other people's clothes as costumes and how our own costumes should be our clothes.

Someday I hope to be in Israel for Purim. I hope to celebrate both my identity disappeared and shared all at once.


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