I don’t usually cry before breakfast.
First of a three part series: Jane Korman, with her father, a Holocaust survivor, and her children, make the pilgrimage back to Auschwitz — and dance.
This seems to have offended a few people while igniting gratitude and exultation in many others. It jars me at times, but it comes across as a family’s truth.
I can only conclude that horror and survival — as a human being, as a family, as a race — necessarily involve some reactions that could be considered bad taste.