I feel most at home when I am bargaining with a stubborn vendor, skipping cracks in the cobble stone streets, and bathing under the Mediterranean sun. There is nothing like a slice of pita, a dab of hummus, and a serving of falafel to make me feel at ease. Something about swimming in the Dead Sea feels more relaxing than swimming in the Pacific Ocean and something about the Western Wall feels more spiritual than my temple ever could. Maybe...

Why Michigan? Having a sister who struggles with a learning disability wasn’t easy to understand at first. I wondered why we seemed to have so much in common yet learned so differently. Why did she need to have the same concepts repeated over and over again to grasp the idea? Trying to answer this question sparked my interest in child development. Whether it is painting with underprivileged kids after school, singing my heart out with autistic children at the...