“Why does your family ruin every simchah by dredging up the past?” he asked. “Why do you insist on making every celebration into a Holocaust memorial?
I inhale, trying to escape the horror in my mind. It’s too dark, and within the prism of reality, there is no relief. It really happened
Was my child the only black-and-white thinker in the class who would be devastated when a gold-laden structure failed to descend from Heaven?
My speech was slow and slurred, and the midwife just patted my arm kindly, pitifully, and said it’s okay. Only it wasn’t.,
“There is a guy at the front door with candy and flowers! I didn’t open it but I can see through the glass!”
