Zeidy Gluck z’l, my father, was the epitome of a ‘zeesa’, erlicha, beloved, person. He was unassuming in his ways, but his impact was deep. He was as humble as Har Sinai, but his greatness towered above Everest. His middos were impeccable and his G-d – fearing ways were testimony to his sterling character.Click here for full article >>
Gentlemen, you are about to enter the pre-season of the big leagues. It is a period in one’s life called, “Grief.” Some of you have experienced it before, and for others, this is the first time. It is a part of life, and for some reason you were selected.Click here for full article >>
It wasn’t much of a surprise. His older brother had gotten over his chicken pox the week before. Everyone else in the house has had it. The inevitable happened. It started out slow, and we were hoping for a mild case. Hope may spring eternal, but the only thing springing around here were pox – lots and lots and lots of chicken pox, all over his cute little body.Click here for full article >>
Once upon a time in the city of New York, there were ‘three’ Twin Towers. Two of the towers were very tall, measuring thousands of feet in height and exceeding 100 stories each. The ‘third’ tower was small in stature, measuring only five feet in height, but towering over the ‘twins’ in greatness.Click here for full article >>
Was that a pimple that appeared, in all its glory, on the side of Moishey’s forehead? Was it followed three days later by one on his nose?Click here for full article >>
I am not perfect
I live on Planet Earth
That is where humans live
Humans are not perfect
Never have been – never will be.
I met two families today. The first was a young couple who recently had their second child. The child, in addition to being an adorable, active, smiling little boy, has Down syndrome.Click here for full article >>
Compilation of tips, ideas and approaches suggested and utilized by a group of speech and language professionals.Click here for full article >>
Dear Mrs. Sander:
I wish that your wonderful magazine had been available when our son was born eighteen years ago with Down syndrome.
I was expecting my sixth child and my family, especially the children, were very excited. My oldest was 12 years old, the next one 11, then 9 and 7. My fifth child was almost 2 years old and the older kids were eager for their toddler brother to have a new companion with whom to share and play.Click here for full article >>