“For much of my life, I struggled with my name, Tzipora. Growing up, it often seemed like my name introduced me before I even had the chance to speak for myself because is so distinctly Jewish. But as I have aged, I have come to realize that Tzipora is not just a name; it carries generations of history. It was the Hebrew name of my grandmother, a Holocaust survivor, and also the name of the great-grandmother who raised her before perishing at Auschwitz.”