I’m Avraham Sutzkever, a Yiddish poet. In 1939, I married Freydke. After the Germans invaded in 1941, we were herded like cattle into the Vilna ghetto. I was a member of the sorting team. We risked our lives to smuggle out and hide manuscripts looted by the Nazis who murdered my mother and my newborn… Read More The Poet
She had come out of the unit where she was looking after a colored soldier when she literally bumped into him. Wide-eyed she looked up at him, mortified. It was General Turpentine. He was out there having a smoke. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. She was a colored woman and he was a… Read More Maddie and the General
This was the tree where David and I met after school. He was the sweetest boy I ever knew and I always imagined that one day we would get married and have lots of children. It never occurred to me that laws would soon be put in place to make relationships such as ours illegal.… Read More David/Rooted #writephoto
Gloria was walking down the sidewalk after visiting her grandmother in the nursing home when she ran into David Mansfield. He was heading into a café when he spotted her. Smiling, he walked over to her. “Hello, Gloria,” he said. She smiled at him. “Professor Mansfield.” “Please call me David. It makes me feel less… Read More Falling in Love
“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things,… Read More Audrey Hepburn
Notes to Women 