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Kolot: Remembering Dad on Father’s Day

June 13th, 2012 | by JLedger

By Paul Lewis ~ This is my first Father’s Day without a father. My dad died last month, just four days shy of his 87th birthday and seven years after my mother died. So now I’m ... Read More


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Kolot: Summer Morning, a poem by Bonnie Enes

May 22nd, 2012 | by JLedger

By Bonnie Enes ~   Summer Morning Slow rise to this humid morning from the alabaster-white sheeted bed, slip into a tangerine robe, follow the tortoise-shell cat meows to the kitchen, spoon oily tuna into her ... Read More


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Kolot: West Hartford students write of hope

May 9th, 2012 | by JLedger

Seventh graders in the Hai class of the Beth El Temple Religious School in West Hartford conducted a Holocaust commemoration for the school on Sunday morning, April 29 that included music, a candle lighting ceremony and ... Read More


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Kolot: Weather or Not , a poem by Norma Bursack

April 4th, 2012 | by JLedger

A poem by Norma Bursack ~ Weather or Not Deviating from its pattern this year, Weather was neither dependable nor clear. Seasons were not distinctly defined by precipitations of the usual kind. Cranky kids on winter ... Read More


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Kolot: Investing in Israel

March 8th, 2012 | by JLedger

By Mark Seruya ~ In the last two decades, we have witnessed an ever-expanding scope of cooperation between the U.S. and Israel, particularly in the realm of financial and capital investments and strategic business partnerships. Israel’s flourishing ... Read More


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Kolot: Holocaust Memories on Today’s Campus

February 29th, 2012 | by JLedger

By Ruth King ~ When I was a young girl my parents entertained many colleagues and friends who had escaped from various corners of hell in Europe. In pre-war Europe, intellectuals and academic professionals were the elite–even ... Read More


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KOLOT: I Am From… A poem by Etan Gabay

February 23rd, 2012 | by JLedger

I Am From… A poem by Etan Gabay I am from a place where most people would do anything to protect their home. A fleeing place for innocent people to run away from the back whipping ... Read More


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