There had been a notable uptick in anti-Semitic attacks in Europe. Alone on a lonely street in the heart of Paris, I wondered if just standing where I was could make me a target of either suspicion or of hate. The door to the Holocaust Memorial was locked, as only three or four... Read More →

  He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children (Psalm 113:9).   I remember my father, a plastic surgeon, speaking of a woman who came to him to see if he could remove the tattoos on her hands. She no longer wanted them, and their presence had... Read More →