A Fishy Story
Every time I encounter someone from Canada it feels like my life there comes up to the surface and brings with it memories of places and people…
Every time I encounter someone from Canada it feels like my life there comes up to the surface and brings with it memories of places and people…
When I arrived home at 5 PM last Friday, my husband asked a difficult question. “Was it worth driving four and a half hours to participate in a five-hour seminar?” Without hesitation I could answer that in this particular case it was worth it for me. But the bigger question remained…
It is easy to fall into despair, pain, and anger these days. For the past year we’ve been isolated, challenged and sometimes scared for our lives with the spread of the Corona virus. Life as we knew it before was totally disrupted and every time we thought we were creating a sort of routine, there were new instructions to follow….
In the early 1960s when I was nursing in a hospital ward, I had a patient from the American embassy in a private room. I do not remember her name, or why she was there, but when she was about to leave, she called me to her room and presented me with a small, beautifully wrapped box…
If not for Johanna Bonger, we would possibly not have known and appreciated the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh…
A tragedy could have been prevented, but no one was willing to touch the hot issue of curbing the mass pilgrimage of a quarter of a million religious men, women, and children for one night of celebration at the grave of Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai …