The rejection was painful, especially since we could not fathom why it developed. We wondered if we were at fault, what we had done, and how we could make amends.
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The Letter
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
You are invited to the book launch
This is what I HAVE to tell.
What I HAVE to Tell
Memory is a blessing and a curse.
A Grandmother’s Sorrow
May the last words of the victim surpass and outlast those of the killer.
My Vote
When I left the voting booth, no soldiers in uniform were visible; no swastikas were in sight. I was safe. My vote was secret.
Good-bye, ME
Like Eva, I had to travel alone to a place where I knew no one, leaving my friends, my family, and my home.
Good-bye, Eva
After Eva's sudden departure, we never lived together as a family again.
Good-bye, Anni
In her lifetime, Renate had to say "good-bye" to many people: friends, relatives, acquaintances. In October, we shall strive to celebrate the lives of those left behind. ANNI I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had …
Sukkot
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 …