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A Year Like No Other

Has my life changed since 7 October 2023? Irrevocably. Totally and completely. I measure what I say now, weighing up my words against what I have to lose. I choose not to argue with people who live in an echo chamber instead of embracing a more holistic understanding. I find myself fighting against polarities and binary notions in a world that has become more polarised and divisive. Read More

A Year Like No Other

A Palestinian flag flies above a building right in the centre of my picturesque rural town of Castlemaine. It has been there for almost a year. It demonstrates, for those who raised it, a commitment to peace, love and support for the victims of a devastating war on the other side of the planet. Read More

Holocaust

Ziemba was born in the Lodz Ghetto on September 9, 1942, one day before 13,000 children under ten were to be sent to an extermination camp. Arrangements were made for the infant to be hidden in a garbage truck and smuggled outside the Ghetto where a Christian Polish farmer retrieved him and took him home to be raised as his own. Read More

Holocaust

Lou was born a Jew during a period of extermination, hidden by a resourceful mother, taught Polish by a non-Jewish Polish family, taught German by nuns in a convent, recovered from TB, and taught Yiddish and right from wrong by his parents in a German DP camp. Read More

Memoir

She was so beautiful—like a poem silenced and given no name.  She was just what the world fears most—a woman put together, need unmet, yet cleverly resolved and blameless.  A Jewish woman who’d survived numerous rewrites and script changes. Read More

Politics

I was never comfortable with the identity of victim associated with being Jewish. Yes, we were victimized in the past. But today, the wholesale destruction of all of Gaza by Israel shifts the narrative. Now we are seen, globally, as victimizers. Read More

Memoir

Not long after, I trained as a Laughter Yoga leader. I became an expert extolling laughter’s virtue to anyone who’d listen. That was until a distinctly un-funny time in my life—a bowel cancer diagnosis at age forty-two. Despite there being nothing humorous about cancer, I knew deep within that laughter was inextricably bound to my experience. The moment had arrived to practice what I preached. I just needed time (and a couple of major operations) to connect the dots. Read More

Jewish

…when I’m in trouble, when the airplane unexpectedly coughs or rolls or dips, I am the first to recite the “shema” silently, urgently: “Hear O’ Israel, the Lord our God the Lord is One.” Read More

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