Echoes of Memory

The Girl from Yugoslavia

That’s how my classmates from Israel remember me. And I like it. It’s like giving me an endearing nickname. Because I loved Yugoslavia.

Remembrance and Memories

Yom Hashoah was very present in our lives these last few days. I commemorated the deaths of my aunts, uncles, and cousins who were killed.

Ode to My Three Daughters

When I gave birth to my three perfect baby daughters, each born almost two years apart, little did I think what they would be like when they themselves would become mothers.

Keeping My Husband’s Presence

Memory becomes less retentive, sometimes drifting in the shadows. There’s a hole in my heart that remains constant.

Loves Explored

On a recent Saturday morning, I felt the slight touch of a hand on my face. It was Jackson, our seven-year-old grandson, with a big smile on his cheery face.

Growing Up

You learn many things in life, and from many people, but never as much as from the people who raise you.

The “Untranslatable” Translated!

For the last 20-plus years, I have been a volunteer at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, DC. Here I finally learned details about the Holocaust, the enormity of it, and how lucky I am to be alive.

My Son Dov

Tears

I visited the Dutch Holocaust Memorial of Names in Amsterdam soon after it opened.

Spring: A Time of Renewal and Hope

Even late in my mother’s life when she lived in an assisted-living facility, she’d look out the window, point at the trees, and smile as she noticed the emergence of spring and her favorite color: “young green.”