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I often reflect about the day I stood before the Lubavitcher Rebbe. I like to close my eyes and try to remember every detail; the colors,

I thrive on predictable outcomes. I steer my life away from unforeseen outcomes. But one day, an unexpected opportunity helped me to see my life

Победа поколений Воспоминаниe о войне – история Холокоста Трудно вспоминать о страданиях, но я знаю, как важно делиться этими историями. Я выросла под Одессой в маленьком

It was surreal walking into my Aunt Vera’s apartment after her death. Throughout the seven-day shiva mourning period, I had been dreading ringing the doorbell with no

“There is nothing more whole than a broken heart.” — Rabbi Menachem Mendel of Kotzk When I feel empty in my pain, not capable of uttering

As most citizens who lived in the Soviet Union during the late 1980s, I have a powerful association with the word “Chernobyl.” This word describes