My Great Granddaughter Finds My Journal
It’s 2050 and my great granddaughter opens my journal to November 16, 2025: Citizens of Gaza are trapped in water-soaked makeshift tents. Shivering children wade in mud up to their knees; their mothers wail, “This is worse than death.” There are few men left. I’m consumed with worry that these children will freeze to death as Israel [...]
Pat Taub