Seventy-five years ago, on January 27, 1945, the Soviet Army arrived at Auschwitz, liberating around 7000 people, most of them very sick, dying. The Nazis had fled, having intensified their murdering of Jews in the days preceding and forcing nearly 60,000 people to march west, killing 15,000 people along the way. One and a third million people had been deported

When a person dies, memories have a way of becoming foggy. Especially if the death is a tragic one, it is almost like the person gets wrapped in gauze. In our memories, they get transformed to the point that they seem almost to be mythic superheroes. It seems to me that happened to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Almost 16 years ago I left a job that I loved – teaching young children with and without disabilities in an inclusive classroom- and I began the most rewarding and challenging job of my life- being mom to Fritz, Bessie and Catherine. As my life with kids began, my life with the church grew even stronger. One day I started