February 1945 Planes roaring overhead, people dancing, Men strutting drunkenly down the unpaved street, Laughing, singing, shouting: “The Russians are here! The Russians are here!” My uncle is one of them, The center of any celebration. We — Mother, Uncle and I — had found shelter on a farm near […]
“Enough is enough,” said Joe Biden. No one could make up this stuff! I was in a Zoom class. I got a message on my watch: “Disruption at the U.S. Capitol.” Normally media hypes everything. This time it was underreported. This was a “storming of the Bastille” almost literally, except […]
Women — we need our girlfriends. Whether biological or not, girlfriends are an essential part of our lives. My first girlfriend My first girlfriend was Roberta. I was 4½ years old and it was my first day of school — Bais Yaakov kindergarten. This was my first experience being away […]
Will we come out of our COVID cocoon in the spring more beautiful people with our wings fluttering with exceptional colors? Will we be kinder, gentler? Will we have gained knowledge about ourselves? Each other? This time will we have learned from this experience? If it should happen again, will […]
Adapted from my book, Amazing Journey: Metamorphosis of a Hidden Child, 2010 Unlike our father, our mother avoided speaking about the Holocaust. It was very painful for her to remember those war years. Just as Father could not free himself from those events, Mother dreaded remembering them. After our father’s death […]
Kitchen Dance I’ve been waiting for the disaster:14 weeks?14 months?14 years? Now that would be nice. I read a poem about a manwho shared the kitchen with his wife as they prepared pretty meals each day.Now she is gone.His days are grayas he fixes his food without her;his summers slipped into […]
I wrote the following poems about trauma, healing my hidden trauma, so I prefer them to be anonymous. My journeys here this time around have taken me to some very dark places, dark places so that I may find the light there, heal, learn, grow, and find ways to shine. […]
Does one need to see the change in the four seasons? The sounds, smells and touch of the seasons tell you when one begins and one ends. Spring The birds begin to chirp in the early morning. At first, their peeps are faint. An occasional woodpecker makes its presence known as it pounds on a neighbor’s […]
This piece was originally written March 26, 2015, my 75th birthday. It was prompted by Rabbi Yaakov Astor’s book The Hidden Hand, the Holocaust, The Judaica Press, Inc. 2009. This book made a tremendous impression on me. Rabbi Astor claims and proves that throughout history, Jews were led by Divine […]