Barbara Pearson

A MUST READ! I wholeheartedly agree with the authors’ acknowledgement of their publisher’s commitment: “…to create a body of survivor literature in response to resurgent fascism, antisemitism, and Holocaust denial.” This book is seminal to reaching that end. I sat immobile after reading the last passage, filled with the weight of the authors’ journeys. Their commitment—well accomplished—was to bring the reader along. I was there, ever grateful for the raw honesty. I’m left with a greater understanding of generational trauma. More importantly, I feel a profound connection to the authors’ and their families’ experiences. Reading this dual memoir with all its tragedies is an exercise in compassion.

Look! Feathers at my Feet is in the Library of Congress. Sorry you can’t check it out. This is not a lending library contrary to recent statements.

Maybe it's time to read Feathers at my Feet again. It's April, after all. Or maybe it's time for a new book in this author's hand. Hmmmmm. It's in the works, friends. Will the Gardener make an appearance?