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The Language of Music — as shared by Dr. Yeou-Cheng Ma

I REMEMBER MOST FONDLY THE TIME my father and I spent walkingaround the Jardin Luxembourg, when he explained to me how plantsgrew, and his telling me that the very first piece he conducted was Beethoven’s Pastoral … [Read More...]

Appreciating Our Troops — as shared by the Wolfer Family

AS THE NEWS OF STUART’S TRAGIC DEATH SPREAD among family, friends, military, and business colleagues, we [his parents and sister] began to receive an outpouring of emails and notes sharing with us how Stuart affected … [Read More...]

“The Rock of Our Family” — as shared by Jeanette Martinez

MY MOTHER THOUGHT I SHOULD ALREADY KNOW I’m loved, so she never said it and I never felt like I was good enough, but as a grandmother there was none better. It wasn’t until I had children that I realized just how special … [Read More...]

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The Comfort of Memory Quilts — as shared by Eileen Belmont

MY FIRST FOCUS WAS MAKING DECORATIVE PILLOWS using T-shirts. People often design T-shirts to commemorate an event and often buy them to remember a favorite vacation. I started using them along with other textiles to make collections of pillows from colleges or from favorite sports teams. Sometimes I would instead use novelty fabric— ballet fabric for a dancer, or […]

“The aim of life is to live” — as shared by Ellen Gould

MY OLDER SISTER, PAULA, WAS KILLED in a car accident when she was seven. She was on her way home from Hebrew school, having just gotten off the school bus in a snowstorm. The driver that hit her never even saw her. I can only imagine the tragedy this was for my parents and grandparents. I remember her as […]

5:20 a.m. — as shared by André De Shields

I HAD BEEN DREAM SLEEPING WITH EYES AJAR, sensing that at any moment the telephone might ring; and when it did, my soul ceased its dreaming, my heart stopped its beating, the clock persisted its ticking, but the Earth itself stood still. As if by magic the phone’s handset was resting in my palm, and I placed it to […]

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