I think I was twelve the first time someone turned to me with hands on their hips, frustrated, ready to rip out their hair and shouted, “Wendi! You know what your problem is??? YOU THINK TOO MUCH!!!” Oh, OK, then…I’ll just…stop…??? But what if…???? The world is an amazing place. Under every leaf and rock is a whole new world… Read More
My Attitude, My Choice
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others giving away the last piece of bread. They may have been few in number- but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given… Read More