Outgrow Me

Outgrow me, my love. Expand yourself beyond my horizon – Take in more, be more see more of the world and of yourself than I ever could. Outgrow me, my lovely daughter. Stretch your mind further than mine could travel. Do more try more hope more than I ever could. Outgrow me to grow into… Continue reading Outgrow Me

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Mutti’s 90th birthday kiddush

Good Shabbos. Have you ever had the experience of sitting down to take a final exam and the professor has given you a choice to write about one of the two topics you know like the back of your hand? And, as you write that essay, fingers flying across the page, you can’t help but… Continue reading Mutti’s 90th birthday kiddush

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Chapter Two – The Battle

I am 3 or 4 years old. My arch enemy sits in front of me. I have mustered all my strength to fight, not to give in. I am steel. I am solid, implacable will. To outsiders, I am an unrepentant, unapologetic, uncooperative child. To me, the insider, I am a person holding on to… Continue reading Chapter Two – The Battle

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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