By Shelley Hubal
It’s called “My Unsung Hero.” NPR describes these mini-podcasts as “Stories of people whose kindness left a lasting impression.” I like to listen to one or two episodes in the morning while I exercise. Each story is a reminder that every individual and every act …
By Shelley Hubal
Grandma Hannah had a ceramic studio in her basement on Wedgewood Terrace. For years, she taught lessons several nights a week. I remember her students, mostly women, sitting around large tables in the dusty basement. They would schmooze and smoke cigarettes while scrubbing…
By Shelley Hubal
Cultivating patience takes practice. It is something that I try to work on every day, although some days are much easier than others. Long lines in the grocery store: a chance to stretch my back. Traffic on the parkway: a good opportunity to take a deep breath and get cen…
By Shelley Hubal
It started with Donald Trump posting on his social media platform Truth Social that “Jews have to get their act together and appreciate what they have in Israel – Before it’s too late!” I don’t care what your politics are or what his intent was, those are threate…
By Shelley Hubal
I will never forget standing in the hotel room and saying, “I don’t want to do this.” Then Mark and Rae wrapped me in their arms while I sobbed. That was the morning of my father’s funeral in 2019. The grief was overwhelming, and so was the tenderness and love from…
