by Michelle Halle, LCSW

While I am busy with fertilizing the soil, pulling the weeds, and feeding the plants, I am digging for something much deeper.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

My mother passed away right before Passover. Twelve hours earlier, the idea of losing my mother was unthinkable.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

My father didn’t know if I was his daughter or his sister, but I’ve always known exactly who I am. I am the little girl my father adored.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

You’ll never be the same after making a mistake – you can be better.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

My encounter at a military museum left me shaken, confused and alarmed.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

Celebrating my grandson's bar mitzvah in the shadows of Kristallnacht.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

The body that survived the unspeakable cruelty in Bergen Belsen was now giving up on her.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

Through his mother’s quick thinking, my uncle survived the Holocaust. But the older he got, the more reclusive he became.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

Despite being fortunate enough to escape Germany, my mother did not escape unscathed.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

As a child Beth’s father frightened me. Today, I recognize that he suffered from mental illness and his rages against his family were all symptoms of his disorder.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

I couldn’t face the degree of my mother’s debility. She had been my rock and now the roles were reversed.

by Michelle Halle, LCSW

For children of Holocaust survivors, every single day is Holocaust Remembrance Day.