Indulging in Tuscany, And How Bee Stings Lead to An Epiphany.

After touring emotional sites in Eastern Europe — memorial-hopping, if you will, for murdered family members — and then celebrating my birthday surrounded by family and friends in Israel, I thought Tuscany would be a good final stop before returning home to New York. In Tuscany I don’t know anyone. Here, alone, I can collect […]

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In Riga Reality Hits. Hard.

The night we arrive in Riga is dark and rainy. The following day’s weather follows suit. It’s fitting for the mood of the day. We¬†visit the Riga ghetto where my great-grandparents and great-aunts were taken before being murdered. It’s eerie: the houses down the streets are now just as they were then. Outside one house […]

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