Swimming laps by Sue Robin
I wrote a few paragraphs about a bully at the gym and sent them off to Ruth for editing. She encouraged me to dig deeper.…
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Changing the direction of the tide by Chaplain Ruth Belonsky
My parents, fleeing Nazi Germany in 1936, found refuge in South Africa, where I was born. As a young woman, I became involved in the…
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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…
Clouded vision by Barry Rosenbaum
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…
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