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

“Sh’ma Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adoni Echad. Hear O Israel, The Lord Our G-d, The Lord is One.” Read More

One of the questions often asked by readers of Les Parisiennes, is: was it justifiable for mothers working for the Resistance to compromise the safety of their children by using them as decoys in their missions? As one of those children, my emphatic answer is yes. Read More

I ask Dad to tell me about his Lodz childhood. I already know bits and pieces. I am hoping for some new snippets. Read More

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