Special, Not Different
I knew I was an adopted child for as long as I can remember. I wore this as a badge of honor as my parents reinforced in me that I was...
Searching for Preis and Finding Prajs
My father, Zelig Preis, was a Holocaust survivor. He grew up in Działoszyce, Poland which was the town of his mother's family, the...
Sholom Aleichem Remembered
To the world, he is the celebrated Jewish writer and humorist. To me, my great-grandfather. Although I did not know him personally, he...
My Family's Stories in Jewish Music & More
Stories can teach us so much, inspire us and shape us. I’ve always wanted to write down the stories of our family as a lasting legacy to...
A Surprising Story about Pop
My mother's parents were married for 63 years; I was privileged to know them until I was over 30. After my grandfather died (less than a...
Never Forget Where You Came From
I never knew my grandparents, Pinchas and Sarah, Avraham Tzvi and Tsiriel. I never knew my aunts and uncles Chaim, Dvoire, Eliyahu,...
Coming to America
Here's a little history as told to me by my mother and her sister Dorothy. You may hear other versions from other relatives, but this is...
The Purim Chicken
When I was about seven years old, I was trying to think of a costume to wear for the Purim masquerade event at Congregation Rodeph...
