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 am in tears brushing my teeth, thinking, “I am 78 years old and having to march to help save democracy.” The tears arrive often…
If we lose our nation's heart of compassion —We lose our freedom. As long as we cage the innocent,as long as we take foodfrom the…
Continue reading → On THIS Independence Day by Sheila Dunn-Merritt
The Pope has died. I, an old Jewish woman, weep upon hearing this. During his tenure, he touched my heart with his loving kindness. Like…