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Here’s My Story: Speechless

I don’t remember how old I was, maybe thirteen years old, when I caught a very bad case of bronchitis. There was a danger of pneumonia and my parents and grandparents were terrified. I guess in Europe, if someone coughed, it meant tuberculosis or worse, and they were beside themselves.

by Mrs. Rivkah Tillim

Op-Ed: Why I Will be at the Parade

This morning my sister called to ask what she should do about the parade on Sunday. Her children were so excited about it but considering the recent bombings, she was reconsidering whether it was wise to go. Having two little children of my own I didn’t know what to say.

by Chana Byrde