My Spiritual Homecoming through Auschwitz

In 1989, my husband Marty and I picked a random week in November to make the trip from the U.S. to visit Auschwitz. Our daughter had been there when she had studied in Budapest, and she had wanted us to go and see it. As it ended up, we flew into Berlin, rather than Poland, because the fares were cheaper. Unbeknownst to me, this practical decision was going to have an enormous impact on the rest of my life. Read more