After the horrific events in Charlottesville last month—and indeed in the last year or two— I have read a spate of helpful articles about how to talk to your children about scary things in the…news. All the advice said to keep it age appropriate. But what do you do when you don’t know what’s age appropriate for your child? My developmentally disabled 25-year-old son Mickey doesn’t watch the news. He doesn’t know Nazis marched in Virginia--he doesn’t even know what Nazis are. He doesn’t know someone was killed, or… >> Read More
When Edith Eger was sent to Auschwitz with her family, she was 16 years old. Like many kids and teens who survived the Holocaust, her parents did not. The trauma she endured, however, seems so…severe, it's hard to imagine how she was able to move past it in a healthy way. Eger was a trained ballerina and gymnast--which was partially why she survived, as she was "forced by Nazi officer Dr. Josef Mengele to dance for his entertainment," according to an interview with Broadly. She received bread as a… >> Read More
Bravery and courage are not qualities to trivialize or scoff at, especially in the sinister and trying times of war. For Yvette Manessi Corporon, the stories she learned about her Greek grandmother…while growing up were the stuff of movies--but they were also true, in all their beauty and terror. Her grandmother, who couldn't read, helped save a Jewish tailor and his family from the Nazis during World War II. The tailor's name was Savvas Israel. He had three daughters and was also caring for a young orphan… >> Read More
I recall the first nightmare I had about the Nazis. In my dream, I looked out my living room window and watched a group of men approach my neighbor’s door. As the family walked solemnly out their…house for the last time, I counted the number of doors between theirs and mine. It was four. I jerked myself awake, instantly relieved to be in my own bed, under my pink Cabbage Patch Kid comforter, surrounded by my favorite stuffed animals. This nightmare, like many, correlated with something that happened earlier that day.… >> Read More
I grew up with Holocaust Survivor parents who never stopped talking about their wartime experiences.
As a child in 1960's and 70's America, I couldn’t imagine why my parents were filled with so…much gloom and doom. I was filled with bursting optimism, after all. I’d grown up sheltered in Skokie among a large Jewish population, feeling certain that the whole world was filled with little brunette Jewish girls just like me, and that everyone had my set of concerns: playing "Fiddler on the Roof" on the piano… >> Read More