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An Internal Journey
Moving to Pender Island
By Ruthy Shalom
I know that there is a purpose for every human being. For me, that purpose had to be to leave all that I knew and what was familiar to me, and to start over...  3 Comments | |
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Life After Loss
My Husband's First Yahrtzeit
By Shirley Coles
One year ago, my two sons, one daughter and I stood at his bedside to say goodbye to the man who had been the mainstay of our family... 9 Comments | |
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The Lump
By Sara Esther Crispe
When I first noticed it, I told myself it had probably always been there and I had just never paid attention. But as convincing as I can be, even I didn't buy that... 39 Comments | |
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What is a Miracle?
By Melody Masha Pierson
One month ago, I was literally running out of breath. The breath of life. My lungs were dying. And while my hope and belief in life were alive and well, the idea was to get my body to catch up with my faith. This required some work... 36 Comments | |
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Goodbye, Yosef Chai
By Chana (Jenny) Weisberg
She said, "You are the only person I am telling. When you light candles this Friday night, know that it's all on you." I assumed she was joking, but she repeated this phrase, "Only you." 9 Comments | |
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Learning the Language
By Melody Masha Pierson
From the outside, people think I am doing great. They compliment how patiently I am waiting for my double lung transplant and how well I am preparing for it. But truth be told, I am not really handling it so well... 18 Comments | |
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Dry Bones
By Gwendolyn Davis
I seemed to spend my days ping-ponging between the cold, grueling reality of chemotherapy and an over-emotional outpouring of kindness and compassion... 6 Comments | |
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The Cartwheel
Growing Up as a Child of Holocaust Survivors
By Catherine Roozman Weigensberg
When I was a child, I always felt different, an oddity among my peers whose parents had no foreign accents or horrific memories of Nazi death camps... 10 Comments | |
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Picking Up the Pieces
By Rivka Schnytzer
Like all children with such a background, I am very aware of the fact that it is possible that I may have never been born... 3 Comments | |
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Forgiving Ourselves
By Edith Brown
I wanted to be free of the thoughts that kept me in bondage, but I didn't know how to let go. I couldn't talk about it. I was so ashamed...it was my fault Mama passed... 15 Comments | |
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Riva's Dolls
By Catherine Roozman Weigensberg
My mother-in-law Riva, is a survivor of life, and her dolls symbolize her experiences and struggles along the way. Each doll tells a story... 3 Comments | |
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Being in Time: A New Orleans Journal
By Elanit Kayne
There was something about the immense love that permeated the home that made it hard to believe that outside those walls, the foundation of everything around us was being ripped to shreds... 15 Comments | |
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What is Spirituality?
By Jackie Hafter
As a teenager I used to think if I could just see into my crystal ball and know who I am going to marry and what my life would be like, I could understand today better. But would knowing my future have truly gotten me through the day or the experience of that moment? 4 Comments | |
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Holy Day
By Chana Heilbrun
Slowly the shelter came to life. My mother got up and prepared breakfast--a few crackers with some jam we still had left, but neither my two sisters nor my mother touched the food... 3 Comments | |
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Just Sit
By Elana Mizrahi
The large signs in the entryway to our apartment building made it so that even if you didn't want to know, you knew. One of my neighbors had died... | |
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Another Kind of Baby
By Robyn Cuspin
Six months ago I had a late-stage miscarriage, and gave birth to a baby that had passed away in the fifth month. I got out of the hospital, and began to write... 2 Comments | |
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Riva, Rita, Rima...
What's the Difference?
By Riva (Shapiro) Raskin
I would be asked what my name is, to which I would respond "Riva." I would then be called a "Judovka," and have rocks thrown at me... | |
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Just a Neighbor Down the Street
By Melody Masha Pierson
And here I stood sobbing over this plant and this card with my friend who had just come over for coffee. Why? How am I courageous? This woman has lived through so much more upheaval than I could imagine... 6 Comments | |
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Life, Death and In-Between
By Melody Masha Pierson
At every juncture, on every bridge, at every bend in the road, with every turn of the head, someone lives, someone dies, someone waits, someone cries... 9 Comments | |
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Rachel's Tears
By Ester Katz Silvers
As an eighteen year-old college student, I had only begun to wade in the waters of Jewish observance when I made my first visit to Israel in 1972... 3 Comments | |
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