
Honoring My Parents on Their Yahrtzeit
My parents died when they were 38 years old. In a car accident. A drunk driver hit us head-on. I lived. I was 16. I have always been plagued about why I survived. It’s not [Read more…]
My parents died when they were 38 years old. In a car accident. A drunk driver hit us head-on. I lived. I was 16. I have always been plagued about why I survived. It’s not [Read more…]
Sunday was a different day for our family. It was the only day my Dad didn’t work, except for Easter Sunday, Father’s Day and the Sundays from Thanksgiving through Christmas. My Dad and his two [Read more…]
The URJ Biennial was an amazing conclave, several days of camaraderie and learning. It was powerful time reminding us that we are more than just ourselves; we belong to something greater, something that helps shape [Read more…]
I recently had the honor of being part of a discussion at a small conference in Chicago as part of an organization called C-CHANGE. It is devoted to exploring and developing teams of people that [Read more…]
From the Southern Order of Storytellers Newsletter, August/September 1992 I once read about a nine-year-old who went to a family reunion and met relatives even her mother hardly knew. Back home, she wanted to keep [Read more…]
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