Congratulations to the happy couple! Tiffany and Shanti’s love story has spanned from friends to lovers, from Brooklyn to London, from devotees to starring in a dream Bridgerton wedding of their own. Two more sparkling lovebirds, this author has never known.
Instead of a thousand words.
Irpin. A boy bows his head and unfolds the Ukrainian flag in front of each fallen Warrior's portrait.
📸: Yevhenia Antoniuk/Facebook
12 May 1944 | 39 Sinti and Roma children (20 boys and 19 girls) arrived at #Auschwitz from St. Josefspflege children's home in Mulfingen where a "racial researcher" Eva Justin abused them as test subjects for her doctoral thesis. Four of them survived.
#CheeringRylan is taking it in stride, but my hands are shaking a bit.
The usher just came over and quietly said @TeamGushue wanted to meet him!
We will definitely be getting tickets to cheer at the '24 Brier.
Imagine this. Back during the vibrant and highly energized years of your twenties, you woke up one morning, bounded out of bed-as you always did-and made your way to the bathroom.
As you walk in, you turn your head for the obligatory “first glance of the day” look in the mirror. As your eyes take in the reflection, your heart stops-or feels like it-and you feel as though all of the blood has instantly drained from the upper half of your body, and pooled in your legs.
What you are looking at isn’t you. Well, it is….but then again…it’s most definitely not. Your skin is weathered, wrinkled and saggy. Your hair is no longer thick and full, with a gorgeous shine. The hair you see in the mirror is thin, wispy, and a dull white. Your eyes have a cloudy look. Your teeth, no longer a bright white; they are yellowed and some are missing. You’re stooped, and at least a full two inches shorter.
You dash into the hallway (and you can still “dash” because you don’t FEEL like the ninety year old person in the mirror) and find another mirror. To your horror, you see the same ninety year old human being, looking back at you.
With your head spinning, you go back to your room, and collapse on your unmade bed.
“My God! Do I have to go through the rest of my life, looking like someone….I’m not?!
In the following days, weeks and months, you discover there is a medical solution. It’s not instant, but it will result in you looking like you feel. You will finally feel like yourself again.
As though life is out to get you, however, you soon find that no physician will treat you. Many of them want to, but…they won’t. Republican politicians have passed legislation to prevent them from doing so. You’ll just have to accept that the rest of your life will be spent, walking around feeling much different than you look. So much different, that you can already see a time in the future where you might contemplate taking your own life.
This is what many citizens of this great country are experiencing, now. They want to look like they feel. That’s it. Republicans don’t want them to look like they feel. They want them to spend the rest of their life feeling like they are trapped in a body that isn’t a match.
I’m a straight male. I don’t “get” the transgender experience. I don’t. But….I don’t need to. I already look like I feel.
It’s easy to tell people who don’t look like they feel, “No! We won’t let you!!” when YOU already look like you feel. Too easy.
If you already look like you feel, you shouldn’t have a voice when it comes to what those who don’t….can do. Not in this country.
#transgender #genderaffirming
Today, on this day of remembrance for the Fallen of our Israel, my mother turns 96. Born in Beeregsasz in Hungary/Czechia/Romania/Ukraine, half-orphaned in her teens, she moved to Budapest with her father and brother, just in time to face removal to the Ghetto. At 17, wearing the yellow star, she watched her father being marched away, never to be seen again. A day later, she and her brother, were marched to the border of her once-venerated Hungary. Loaded in a cattle-wagon she survived the hellish trip to Dachau. Then, selection, Left, death. Right, life. Life in hell.
She only had her rucksack and kept her toothbrush for the entire time in the concentration camp, a precious relic of normal life before the Shoah. As a German speaker, she translated orders for fellow-inmates and saved them punishment and beatings.
After 9 months of Typhoid, starvation, hard labour, frozen Appells, sleep deprivation, punishments and utter isolation, Mutti experienced her 18th birthday on a death march to the main camp, towards extermination, but her turn never came. A week later, with Liberation, the Americans came. Her gentle and modest nature prevented her from gorging her starved body which prevented her suffering the tragic fate that befell other victims, who died from refeeding syndrome.
Cut to 88 years later, after a life lived fully (variously in Rumania, Belgium, Germany, Poland, Austria and, finally, longed-for Switzerland) with her larger-than-life husband, the vital force, our father Binek, she remains the vibrant matriarch of a family of 22, with two more on the way into the life that she and Papa built for us after the Calamity.
We, her three children, and many others just celebrated her birthday in her beloved flat where she remains, living independently at the heart of the Zurich community. Happy Birthday!
Source: Michael Zur-Szpiro
Why did I have to die SO YOUNG? My name was Władysław Prawicz aka Delfin. I was 16 when the #WarsawRising1944 started. I was caught by Germans on 27.08.44 and sent to #Mauthausen. I was too weak to live normally when I returned home. I died on 21 Oct 1945. At least I died AT HOME
Maria Jasińska was a pharmacist in Łódź but when the Germans came and renamed it Litzmannstadt, she became a forger, courier and guide for the resistance and escaped POWs.
Caught by the Gestapo and tortured for information, she said nothing.
So, in April 1943, they hanged her.
Rostyslav Yanchyshen, ballet artist of Odesa Opera Thearer, has died defending Ukraine.
He joined the Army in the first days after the full-scale invasion began. Rostyslav will forever remain 31.
Eternal memory and eternal glory to Hero.
📷: Odesa Opera
#OTD in 1945, one of our most famous resistance fighters, "the girl with the red hair" Hannie Schaft (https://t.co/XBfp8Uf8Bw… was executed by the Germans. #WW2#HISTORY