
Walking in Their Shoes
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Is the world a scary place? I invite you to take the first step, to walk hand-in-hand towards love …
Three years ago my Grandma June died. Like my mom, she passed in the arms of my sister and me. Unlike…
Today I went to my daughter’s elementary school. We had been notified that she was going to receive a special sportsmanship award at the school’s quarterly assembly.