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.
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
Le’ shana Tova Tikoteiv Vetichoteim
When my startled parents opened the door, the uniformed men yelled, “Verboten!” They told my parents to get out: napping in the car was not allowed. To emphasize their new rule, they slapped both my mother and father in the …
What I Have to Tell
Glucke mit Kücken, April 1928
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.
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 …
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 …