“The Leaving” by Laura Nathan, textile artist We respond to events through the filter of our life experiences, and our perception of reality. One year ago, on October 7 in Israel, Jews were killed, tortured, taken hostage, men and women, young and old,...
Gemünd, Eifel (Luftkurort) We walked back from the synagogue, my father and I, along Mühlengasse, over the bridge and on to Dreibornerstrasse. We climbed the stairs to our front door and breathed in the smell of spices and apple cake. I took for granted the peace and...
Thirsty for Knowledge. Who Are My Teachers? My reading, listening and watching habits are a little odd. I’m not looking for entertainment or distraction, an escape from real life. I’m seeking answers to questions. Sometimes I watch too much news but often I hit the...
Photo by Marco Montalti | Shutterstock The Art of Healing Last month, Hannah Dailey came to our home. She was in Phoenix to interview local Holocaust survivors for the National World War 2 Museum in New Orleans. I looked up from my low chair angled before the packed...
Shocked, I looked closer, Yes, they are Stolpersteine, brass bricks, embedded in the pavement before former homes of Jews who perished in the Holocaust. Yes, they are desecrated with an old trope, Juden sind Täter (Jews are Perpetrators). Yes, this is June 2024....
About twenty years ago, I remember driving on narrow, undulating roads, through verdant countryside. We were in the Eifel, Germany, it was early afternoon and we were on the way to Kraftwerk Heimbach, the electric power station built in Jugendstil in 1905. A...
I remember sitting on a low pouffe opposite my English “auntie” in her arm chair, holding my arms wide as she unraveled on old jumper, feeding the wool thread in a loop around my outstretched hands and then slowly rhythmically winding the reclaimed thread into a...
Narrow gauge track to Chelmno | Photo by Global Story Films Three Journeys to Poland You could say they were Pilgrimages to the edges of my world. Each of the three journey ended at the place of death and the desecration of my parents’ bodies. On May 2, 2010 ten of us...
Art by Laura Nathan A Metaphor for Love and Loss This morning Laura Nathan posted two photographs on Instagram with a meditation on the metaphors she had discovered while reading A Garland for Ashes. I have stitched and torn apart and restitched and torn apart this...
How does it compare with a New York Bagel? I found the answer to my questions on the rooftop at the Global Ambassador Hotel, Camelback Road, here in Phoenix, on a warm and sunny February day. George and I have celebrated over 50 of my birthdays together and it takes ...
