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At the age of eight I never would have been able to identify the differences between our two families, but the awareness that they existed was acute.
I am the daughter of a Holocaust survivor. This year I will not be observing Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. I didn’t observe it last year, or the year before.
We were expecting a house full of people for the upcoming holiday and I was feeling so overwhelmed. It was unrelated to getting the house ready for our guests. My eighty-five year old mother had fallen and fractured her spine
I was going to Miami Beach for a few days and decided to try something new. Instead of renting a car, I would join the 21st century and uber my way around the city.
Meet Becky*, a high-energy mother of four. She earns a mid-tier income at her part time job, runs a tight ship at home, and her children look neat and clean. From the outside, it’s the perfect picture, but
Many more adults in their forties and fifties are starting therapy than ever before. It is not surprising that one of the conflicts that spur people in this age bracket to enter therapy is the physical or mental decline of their aging parent.
As the only girl in the family, I always felt that my father adored me. My father was a Holocaust survivor who never really mastered the English language, but he had no trouble communicating his love for me Thinking back on my relationship with my father, I realized that there were three times in my life that I experienced losing him.