In the back of the vegetable garden was a very old and quite large beehive that my parents had transformed into a store and playhouse for us. They painted the outside of this shack green and helped us sew red-checkered …
Mysteriously, we became their enemies.
All nightmare have a beginning, and this was the beginning of ours: Verboten.
Stories can be a constant source of pain and violence, although they need to be told to remind us that no society is free of prejudice.
I became painfully aware of anti-Semitism.
No more racism.
Herr Jaffe gave us a purpose so we could be more than victims.
I am determined to continue Johanna's efforts...
The day I retired was gray and gloomy. My mood matched the low clouds and drizzle. I was sad, dispirited. Medicine, with its challenges, frustrations, and joys had been part of my life for fifty years. Now my ability to …
"Memories are a blessing and a curse. This is what I have to tell."