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Renee Skudra |
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![]() We sit on the porch steps—the night birds singing, the sounds of the cicadas punctuating the air.
As the cashier began processing my items, I reached into my purse to retrieve a credit card. Instead, I realized at that moment that my wallet was not there.
Why would G‑d permit my son’s life to hang in the balance?
It was Thomas Wolfe who said that “you can’t go home again.” Still, I sometimes try to. My memories of my earliest home, in Toronto, are admittedly scant and accompanied by the fact that my mother heatedly insisted we leave my father’s country and live in...
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