Break the chain of hate by Sue Robin
Random thoughts flit through my addled brain. I remember Uncle Leon. We called him Uncle, though not one by birth, but respect. He was the…
Random thoughts flit through my addled brain. I remember Uncle Leon. We called him Uncle, though not one by birth, but respect. He was the…
I recently attended the renowned Verbier Music Festival in Switzerland. Most notably, I experienced Bach’s Mass in B minor for the first time. It was…
I am in tears brushing my teeth, thinking, “I am 78 years old and having to march to help save democracy.” The tears arrive often…
As each of my sons approached his bar mitzvah, I thought a lot about how to make it more than just the modern suburban American…