Dvora Treisman

Dec 5, 2024 | sun-sentinel.com | Dvora Treisman

By the time I was 76, I thought I knew my father well. He had been an open person who had spoken about his life and hadn’t avoided (as many of my friends’ parents did) talking about the difficult years of the war. I also knew that he loved the desert near his California home — that was where he would go when he and my mother had a weekend away. But I never appreciated what the desert meant to him. My father had an unusual life, so one day I decided to sit down and write a short essay about him.

Nov 26, 2024 | jewishvoicesnj.org | Dvora Treisman

By the time I was 76, I thought I knew my father well. He had been an open person who had spoken about his life and hadn’t avoided (as many of my friends’ parents did) talking about the difficult years of the war. I also knew that he loved the desert near his California home–that was where he would go when he and my mother had a weekend away. But I never appreciated what the desert meant to him. My father had an unusual life, so one day I decided to sit down and write a short essay about him.

Nov 20, 2024 | jpost.com | Dvora Treisman

(JTA) — By the time I was 76, I thought I knew my father well. He had been an open person who had spoken about his life and hadn’t avoided (as many of my friends’ parents did) talking about the difficult years of the war. I also knew that loved  the desert near his California home — that was where he would go when her and my mother had a weekend away. But I never appreciated what the desert meant to him.

Nov 20, 2024 | clevelandjewishnews.com | Dvora Treisman

By the time I was 76, I thought I knew my father well. He had been an open person who had spoken about his life and hadn’t avoided (as many of my friends’ parents did) talking about the difficult years of the war. I also knew that loved  the desert near his California home — that was where he would go when her and my mother had a weekend away. But I never appreciated what the desert meant to him. My father had an unusual life, so one day I decided to sit down and write a short essay about him.

Nov 20, 2024 | jta.org | Dvora Treisman

By the time I was 76, I thought I knew my father well. He had been an open person who had spoken about his life and hadn’t avoided (as many of my friends’ parents did) talking about the difficult years of the war. I also knew that loved  the desert near his California home — that was where he would go when her and my mother had a weekend away. But I never appreciated what the desert meant to him. My father had an unusual life, so one day I decided to sit down and write a short essay about him.