Poem in Honor of Violins of Hope by Knoxville’s Poet Laureate

by Marilyn Kallet · Friday, January 4, 2019

I don’t blame you for hope, For wanting violins. For the Schwarzes of Horb, There were no elegant sounds, No quivering long notes. Deportation came Crashing & swift. But for Hedwig, there was air.

Unconventional Shabbat Guest

by Sara Wilhelm, Brooklyn NY · Sunday, Dec 30, 2018

Since we moved into our home in 1979, we've been blessed to host thousands of guests from all backgrounds and corners of the world. Yet our most recent guests were like none we'd ever met...