What is it to be a third-generation Holocaust survivor growing up in modern society? Our generation is the last to personally encounter Holocaust survivors,…
Adoption: It Was The Only Option Left
“I met you on March 23, 1996.” I dropped the card and began to cry. I knew immediately it was from my daughter, April,…
The Wonder Women in my Life and What I Learned From Them
I am descended from a long line of powerful and strong Jewish feminists. Not all of them identify themselves as such. Some, probably hadn’t ever heard the term before. Not all of these women are directly related to me, but I am the inheritor of their life’s work and dedication to their people. And yet,
Here I Am
Intimacy is a scar Wrapped around the boy’s arm, A motorbike accident, I touched it, He hates it. I wanted it to be something…
Let in the Light
I cannot help but compare how differently my daughter and I learned to light the Shabbat candles. My daughter has seen the candles her…
A seder in the Australian desert
You don’t exactly move to the outback of Australia to be the most Jewish you can be. It’s a place where people know more…