Survival's Shadow

The Glove, continued

  It is difficult for me, as I reflect on my journey, to tease apart the ramifications that my parents’ divorce had on me versus the wartime experiences of my mother.  The trauma of living though Nazi Germany, adjusting alone to life in America, and eventually marrying a Methodist raised Harvard scholar, was all wrapped… Continue reading The Glove, continued


Book Release Party Fun

It was a terrific day on Sunday, May 7, at Afikomen Judaica. We had lovely sun, moon, and star cookies, lots of children, and adult guests to celebrate the release of How the Moon Became Dim. Thank you, Nell and Chaim Mahgel-Friedman for hosting, and to all my friends and family for your support.  

Survival's Shadow

The Glove

A black leather glove in my peripheral vision triggered terror in me. A panic rose in my body as the ominous, sinister gloved hand moved towards me. These descriptive words came much later. At that moment, it was only a scream and a sob, followed by another scream, another sob. Within seconds, my mother’s voice… Continue reading The Glove

Survival's Shadow

Yom Ha’Atzmaut

It is possible to drown in the grief, to let the wolves gnarl on its bones, to lie down, to succumb, allowing the peace of love’s chamber to engulf you. Wretched grief arising from love; Love eternal, endless, all-embracing wants no separation, no end. Yet grief’s darkness overcomes us; grief for those taken too soon,… Continue reading Yom Ha’Atzmaut

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She Recedes

In moments of my deepest pain, she recedes, like a flag disappearing on the shoreline while my raft is borne out to sea alone, adrift, tossed among the waves.   My body curls into fetal position, tears are my blanket, the water, my solace and my fear.   Yet within me stirs my dragon. She… Continue reading She Recedes

Survival's Shadow

Survival’s Shadow: Prologue

I don’t remember when I learned about the rooms, but I always knew of their existence. It sounds contradictory, but I lived it. If you are an honest person, you know that we can live inside contradictions quite easily. The problem begins when we become aware of them. We had rooms of music, literature, and art, a room… Continue reading Survival’s Shadow: Prologue