After picking up my boys from Hebrew Sunday School, they asked if we could stop at a playground. I pulled over to watch them play on a cold yet sunny winter day. My Ukrainian quilted heart was in clear view on the playground. It is so ironic because I immigrated with my family from former Soviet Union 34 years ago as a kid from Kharkov which is one of the hardest hit cities in Ukraine. We left because of religious persecutions and the open policy of hatred that we experienced. My kids are free to live incredible lives yet we are watching our former homeland being tumbled to rubble. My heart hurts for the people there and I hope that when they come out of this war that their policies will be all inclusive to all. In the meantime, I will display my quilted heart in support of freedom for all.
