I remember being younger than her and being squished on a bench in the school lunchroom/assembly room, hearing about the Holocaust for the first time.
If we're being cynical, the propaganda machine is running in full force at my house. If we're being honest, I'm just trying to protect my offspring. If we're being optimistic, the hope is knowledge will lead to creative, original and practical solutions. This Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day, hit me hard. Harder than in years... Continue Reading →
"Those bad guys... ummm... what are they called again?"
Since becoming a mom, everything has gotten harder to swallow. I don't read the news as much. Especially local evening news from New York. I can't stomach certain facts of life. And I've distanced myself from my cultural ties with Holocaust education and remembrance. Which is getting easier to do - less voices, more distance... Continue Reading →
It won't be long before Jewish parents of school-age children no longer remember the point. The memory becomes a faded square of yellow fabric, eventually disintegrating under museum lighting. The pictures, cliche. The speeches, routine. It's probably already true to some degree, but most of us are young enough to remember the first time we... Continue Reading →
Daniel Rimmer: "Designing Memory" I've been struggling a little more the last few months. Struggling with something dark and damp and desperate, twisting itself among my veins, reaching across my heart and nipping at my soul. My growing morbidity. I've been morbid since I can remember. As a kid, I had freakish nightmares despite a... Continue Reading →
This is the time of year when the State of Israel has a chance to really look deep into the heart of herself and understand what condition she's in. It's the post-Pessach triangle of introspection: yesterday was Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) and next week are Yom HaZicaron (Memorial Day) and Yom Haatzmaut (Independence Day).... Continue Reading →
here, it's a different air.