The Pope and the Holocaust: I am proudly and humbly connected to both

Mom died from leukemia way back in 1961. She had just turned 40 and there were no cures, no chemo and no bone-marrow transplants. She was dead within six months of diagnosis. We lived in the Bronx in a five floor walk-up. Grandma (Mom’s mom) lived on the fifth floor and we were on the Read More…