Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
To every single one of you, fellow Jewish brothers and sisters, who live in Israel, I say...
I don't know how many more tears these stones can hold.
Today I’m losing my mind and it's not the first time/Only this time I think it might be normal...
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
Chaya Lester writes a poem to the people of Paris, and to the world, to remind them that we are all in this fight together.