In Loving Memory of Sarah Milgrim & Yaron Lischinsky: Murdered on American Soil for Believing in Peace

by Dennis Augustine

Sarah, a Jewish peacebuilder from Kansas, and Yaron, born in Germany to a Christian mother and a Jewish father, and living in Jerusalem were deeply in love. They worked at the Israeli Embassy in D.C., dedicated to peace and understanding. Yaron planned to propose during their upcoming trip to Israel. Instead, they were murdered—gunned down after attending a Gaza humanitarian aid and relief event.

Their story resonates deeply with me and my wife, Cecile—also an interfaith couple. Like us, Sarah and Yaron believed in building bridges and embracing multiculturalism. Their love was a symbol of what America stands for: coexistence, faith, and freedom.

This attack was not just personal—it was political. The murderer echoed slogans lifted straight from campus protests that created the climate for his murderouus rampage. As journalist Batya Ungar-Sargon noted, this is the “university-to-intifada pipeline.” The chant “Globalize the Intifada” was no metaphor. This is what Globalize intifada means.

Yes, free speech is sacred. But should Jewish students be forced to hear the same chants used by a terrorist after killing two people for being Jews—or standing with them? The answer must be no.

We owe Sarah and Yaron more than grief. We owe them truth, clarity, and the courage to call hate what it is. May their memory be a blessing—and a call to conscience.

#SarahAndYaron #PeaceBuilders #StandWithJews #NeverForget

With gratitude to Batya Ungar-Sargon for her insight and moral clarity.

A Memorial Day “Tribute to Those who Served” in California reminded me of a fallen hero from my hometown of Hoboken, New Jersey

by Dennis Augustine

During a flag ceremony, procession, and service at the Madronia Cemetery in Saratoga, California, I stood beside my friend Bill Rothenberg. We were asked to rise and recite the “Pledge of Allegiance.” As I did, I couldn’t help but think of Private First Class “Tony” DeLuca, a proud son of Hoboken, New Jersey. Tony was an Italian-American known for his big heart and bravery. He was born in 1949, (a year older than me), and was the only son of second-generation immigrants who ran a corner deli on Washington Street, not far from where my late parents lived.

Tony was known for his loyalty, his swing-dancing skills at Sinatra Park on the Hudson River overlooking New York City, and his dream of opening a small record store with his cousins. He played shortstop for Hoboken High and never missed Sunday dinner with his Nonna, who made the best meatballs on the block.

When his draft number came up in 1969, Tony didn’t flinch. He told his buddies at the VFW bar, “It’s my turn. I’ll represent Hoboken proud.” He served in the U.S. Army, 1st Cavalry Division, in Vietnam. Letters home spoke of monsoon rains, jungle nights, and the brothers he served alongside. They always ended with, “Tell Ma not to worry.”

On April 4, 1970, during an ambush in the A Shau Valley, Tony, a 21-year-old, tragically lost his life while helping evacuate wounded comrades. His body was returned home draped in the American flag, and the entire town gathered to pay their respects. Firemen in dress blues, old neighbors with tears in their eyes, and children on their fathers’ shoulders lined the streets as Tony was laid to rest at Holy Name Cemetery in Jersey City.

Tony never had the chance to open that record store or dance at his sister’s wedding. However, his memory lives on, etched on a plaque at City Hall and deeply ingrained in the hearts of a community that still whispers his name on days like today.

Rest in peace, Tony. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten.

#MemorialDay #HobokenHero #NeverForget #PFCAnthonyDeLuca #AmericanHero #HobokenRemembers

From Darkness to Light: Honoring our Friend Ruth Litwin’s "Holocaust Education Mission"

by Dennis Augustine

During Jewish American Heritage Month, we pause to recognize and honor the extraordinary life of our friend Ruth Litwin, whom Cecile and I shared a Shabbat dinner with recently with her wonderful husband Stan at their lovely home. Ruth is a woman of remarkable courage, compassion, and conviction.

Born to Holocaust survivors and raised in a displaced persons camp, Ruth experienced firsthand the enduring impact of history’s darkest chapters. Rather than let that history fade, she made it her life’s mission to ensure future generations would never forget.

After the war, Ruth's father contributed to rebuilding efforts by helping construct a hospital at the Bergen-Belsen Displaced Persons camp. In a 2019 letter to the editor, she shared that her parents immigrated to the U.S. with her when she was two years old, building a new life in America.

For decades, Ruth visited classrooms in California, sharing her story and teaching students the lessons of the Holocaust—lessons of justice, resilience, and the danger of indifference. Through her tireless efforts, she gave voice to the six million Jews who perished and empowered thousands of young people to speak out against hatred in all its forms.

In recognition of her efforts, Ruth was honored by the California State Assembly during Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) in April 2025. Escorted by Assembly Member Gail Pellerin, she was acknowledged for her commitment to educating others about the Holocaust and the importance of remembrance.

This May, as we celebrate Jewish American Heritage Month, we remember Ruth not only as a survivor, but as a beacon of moral courage. Her story is part of the broader Jewish American journey—a journey marked by resilience, contribution, and the unyielding pursuit of truth.

“You cannot transmit memory unless you live it and share it. Ruth lived it, and she gave it away—so that others might carry it forward.” Let us continue to carry her light!

Hugs, Selfies, and Grandma’s Pastries: New Jersey Native Edan Alexander Released by Hamas Reunites with Family in Israel After 584 Days in Captivity

by Dennis Augustine

Israeli-American soldier Edan Alexander, freed after 584 days in Hamas captivity, reunited with his family Monday at an IDF base in southern Israel. The 21-year-old Golani Brigade soldier, originally from New Jersey—just 17 miles from where I grew up—embraced his parents and siblings at the Re’im base, where he was also met with homemade pastries from his grandmother.

Alexander was handed over to the Red Cross in Khan Younis and crossed back into Israel unshackled and dressed in civilian clothes, due to the diplomatic nature of his release, which was framed as a goodwill gesture by U.S. President Donald Trump. In a message from the helicopter en route to a Tel Aviv hospital for medical evaluation, Alexander expressed gratitude to Trump and his mother Yael, thanked US Special Envoy Steve Witkoff and US Hostage Envoy, Adam Boehler who aided the president in negotiating her son’s release.

“You are strong, you are safe, you are home,” his mother, Yael, told him in an emotional call as he reentered Israel.

Postscript: During his time in captivity by Hamas, Edan experienced torture, starved to skin and bone, stripped of his dignity and trapped in suffocating underground tunnels. He was also denied sunlight, and clean water. 58 hostages are still unaccounted for and only 20 are deemed to be alive. BRING THEM HOME & END THIS WAR!

A Romanesque Mother’s Day Dinner at La Pizzeria–Honoring All Mothers

Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I celebrated Mother’s Day weekend with dear friends Sarah and Bill Rothenberg at La Pizzeria in historic downtown Campbell. Born and raised in Rome, Antonella and her son Simone brought their family recipes to the Bay Area, eventually becoming owners of this cozy spot.

We shared a delicious Roman-style Margherita pizza to start, followed by a Mediterranean salad with beets, walnuts, and goat cheese, and a flavorful Penne Salsiccia with Italian sausage, mushrooms, spinach, and truffle oil. Bill enjoyed the eggplant parmesan with fresh mozzarella. For dessert we walked to the Campbell Creamery for custard and ice cream.

In honor of all mothers, I’d like to share this reflection by Kahlil Gibran:

“The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word ‘Mother’… She is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness.”

And this gentle reminder from Pamela Leo:

“Children need at least one person who thinks the sun rises and sets on them… and loves them unconditionally.”

Happy Mother’s Day to all who mother with love.

Filoli Gardens in Full Bloom: A Day of Magic, Grandeur & Historic Charm

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I spent an unforgettable breezy, sunny day at Filoli Gardens in Woodside, and we are still in awe. From the moment you step onto the estate, it’s like entering another world—where every path, flower, and architectural detail whispers a story.

The botanical gardens are a masterpiece. Roses, tulips, wisteria, and a rainbow of seasonal blooms fill the air with fragrance and color. Each garden room feels like a painting come to life. We strolled past fountains, manicured hedges, and vibrant borders, each turn more stunning than the last.

The main house is pure elegance. Walking through its grand halls with original furnishings, wood paneling, and sweeping views of the gardens, you can almost imagine the Bourn and Roth families entertaining guests in the early 20th century. It’s not just a home—it’s history in bloom.

Lunch at the Quail’s Nest Café was a treat. Fresh seasonal ingredients, garden-inspired flavors, and serene patio seating made it feel like a secret garden within a secret garden.

Filoli has quietly hosted its share of notable guests over the years, from filmmakers (hello Dynasty fans!) to historians, artists, and even foreign dignitaries. It’s no wonder—this place is a treasure of California’s heritage.

A Joyous Colorful Marital Union in the Glow of Sacred Fire & Love

by Dennis Augustine

I am honored to congratulate my Facebook friend, Jayshree Naidu, on the blessed marriage of her beautiful daughter, Kivashni Megan Govender, to Sirashen Naidoo. It warms my heart to know that the wedding took place in the vibrant city of Johannesburg, a true crossroads of cultures and traditions that I have had the pleasure of visiting back in the day.

Seeing the radiant photos you posted of Kivashni and Sirashen, adorned in their exquisitely colorful wedding attire, brought back my own cherished memories of India — a land I have journeyed to on three occasions, immersing myself in the profound spiritual teachings. These experiences instilled in me a deep love and respect for Indian customs, culture, and of course, its magnificent food!

One of the moments that touched me deeply at Kivashni and Sirashen’s wedding was a video of the Aarati ceremony. As the sacred lamp fire was circled three times from top to bottom and then lovingly around the heads of the bride and groom, it symbolized a prayer for divine blessings, the dispelling of negativity, and the invocation of light and auspiciousness upon their union. This simple yet profound ritual embodies the soul of Indian spirituality: offering reverence to the sacred light that dwells within us all.

Jayshree, your daughter Kivashni was a vision of grace, and the happiness shining in both her and Sirashen’s eyes is a testament to the strong foundations you have built. May their journey ahead be filled with as much warmth, brilliance, and sacred light as was present on their wedding day.

The Last Gift Mom Gave Us: A Goodbye on Mothers Day Eleven Years Ago

by Dennis Augustine

Today I light this candle in loving memory of my beautiful mother, MariaMicalizzi Augustine, a woman of deep faith, fierce love, funny, and a soul made for nurturing. She was my first home, my first loving guide, my teacher in both strength and tenderness.

I thank God for the gift of her life, and for the sacred timing of her passing, on Mother’s Day, 2013, wrapped in love with all her children near (Josie, Steve, our late brother Michael and myself). I believe she waited for us—for me—since I took the red eye flight from California to New Jersey, the night before hoping I would get to the hospital in time before she would take her last breath.

I held that mystery like a pearl in my heart. Though I still miss her, I trust she is at peace, resting joyfully in God's light. Let this flame be a sign of my love. Let it rise like prayer—simple, warm, and true. Let it remind me that her spirit still shines through my life, and that our bond is stronger than death. Bless her. Hold her. Let her know I’m thinking of her now. And help me feel her love surrounding me and all of our family—today, tomorrow (Mother's Day) and always.

Amen!

“Wings of Reflection: Seagulls Steals the Spot Light During the Conclave at the Sistine Chapel”

Dennis Augustine

As the world watches the sacred drama of the papal conclave unfold, two unlikely observers have taken center stage—perched high on the Sistine Chapel chimney: a pair of seagulls.

For those following online, their presence adds an unexpected mix of levity and quiet symbolism to the solemn occasion. While the cardinals cast their secret votes beneath Michelangelo’s frescoed ceiling, the birds sit above—calm, unhurried, as if awaiting the outcome with the rest of us.

In a way, they echo the spirit of Pope Francis, whose namesake, St. Francis of Assisi, was known for his bond with animals and nature. Perhaps these winged visitors are nature’s way of reminding us that even in moments of great ceremony, the simple things—like birds on a roof—can carry meaning.

VaticanWatch #Conclave2025 #PopeFra

Dinner with Friends at Ambrosia India Bistro-A Meal with Meaning & Grace

by Dennis Augustine

We had a beautiful evening at Ambrosia India Bistro in Los Gatos—an elegant place whose name, drawn from Greek mythology, means “food of the gods.” The meal, featuring North Indian and South Indian and Indo-Chinese options, was rich and full of flavor. However, it was the presence of a bronze statue and large wall painting of Ganesha, a Hindu deity known as the “Remover of obstacles," that made it feel deeper than dinner.

As is tradition, I placed a folded dollar in the folds of the statue—not out of habit, but as a quiet offering for all wisdom teachings I learned during my three trips in India. The offering was on behalf of:

Cecile and me, for our friends Larry & Lucy, and for Yael & Elie—that whatever challenges lies ahead, may obstacles gently lift, and that the path forward may be peaceful, meaningful, and full of light.

The evening unfolded further with an invitation to Larry and Lucy’s home, where we sipped Verbena tea freshly cut from Lucy’s garden, and shared fruit tortes under the hush of the night.

Feeling grateful for friends, flavor, and small blessings.

Happy Birthday to our Amazing Handsome nephew Michael Augustine Jr.!

All the way from California, your Aunt Cecile and I are sending you the warmest wishes and big hugs on your special day. Watching you grow into the strong, grounded, and determined man you are today fills us with pride. Your love of indoor rock climbing says so much about you—your courage, focus, and unshakable grip on what matters most in life: family, integrity, and reaching ever higher.

Your bond with your brothers—Andrew, Brock, and Alex—is something truly special, and we know your dad, our beloved Michael Sr., is beaming with pride from above at the way you carry his spirit forward with strength and grace.

Keep climbing, keep thriving, and never stop being the inspiring soul you are.

With love,

Uncle Dennis & Aunt Cecile & Family

Enjoying the Cinco de Mayo Celebratory Vibes in Front of the Sap Center—Home of the Sharks

What a celebration of color, culture, and chrome! The scene in front of and around the SAP Center—home of the San Jose Sharks—was buzzing with lowriders, classic beauties, music, and pure community joy.

My friend Bill (who snapped some amazing photos) and I biked nearly 23 miles round trip to be part of the energy—and it was more than worth it. From dazzling paint jobs to bouncing hydraulics, every car told a story, every detail shimmered with pride and craftsmanship.

San Jose knows how to bring the soul and spirit of Cinco de Mayo alive!

#CarShow #SanJoseEvents #Lowriders #ClassicCars #ChicanoCulture #VivaLaCultura #BayAreaLife #ColorAndChrome #CommunityPride

The Solitary Nun Who Said Goodbye to Pope Francis & Images of His World Wide Travels

“It is not enough to just open the door in welcome…we must go out through the door to seek and meet the people.”

—Pope Francis

In the heart of the Vatican, near the coffin of Pope Francis, stood one solitary figure within breathing distance of the casket, head bowed, hands trembling around her rosary beads, a pilgrim of love and grief, no one dared to move—Sister Genevien Jeanningros.

Wearing a simple navy garment and a blue handkerchief, she wept quietly, a small well-worn backpack on her shoulders, saying goodbye not to the Pontiff, but to Jorge — her beloved friend of 40 years. Light from a high window spilled down like a silent blessing, touching her and the coffin.

Pope Francis affectionally called Genevien: "L’enfant terrible” because of her dedication to helping marginalized groups. From the Order of the Little Brothers of Jesus, she lived her life among the poorest, the rejected, and the forgotten—transgender women, the homeless, festival workers.

Every week, she brought them to the Vatican’s general audiences to see Francis, and then, in turn, welcomed them with open arms, meals, and love. On this day, the Vatican guards stood back in reverent silence. They did not see a nun breaking protocol—they saw a life lived in fearless compassion, devotion, and friendship. In that sacred moment, Sister Genevien didn’t say goodbye to a Pope. She said goodbye to her brother in mercy—a soul who, like her, believed the poor and the outcasts should sit at the center of the feast.

P.S. While the cardinals gather in Conclave (see the film on the big screen if you haven't already) it’s hard to imagine they’ll find another Pope who will make himself so deeply available to the people worldwide (see photo images).

Happy Birthday to our Dear Friend Maybelle from Mandalay, Myanmar (Burma)

by Dennis Augustine

Dear Maybelle,

Cecile and I send our heartfelt wishes for a joyous and blessed birthday! I treasure our long friendship since meeting you in Mandalay back in the mid-2000s during my meditation retreats. At the time, your daughter Michelle was just six—now she and her husband JJ have blessed you with beautiful Lyanna. We’re so happy you’re experiencing the joys of grandmotherhood in Allentown, PA.

Your devotion to your sisterhood group at Sacred Heart Church and your support of relief efforts in your community after Myanmar’s April earthquake speak volumes of your generous spirit.

Cecile and I fondly remember our 2018 visit to Southeast Asia, especially reconnecting with you and visiting the monastery together. Our daughter Michelle and Kyle still cherish meeting you all in 2017 and send their love.

With peace, love and blessings,

Dennis, Cecile & family

Cruising the Creekside Trails & Vasona Lake County Park with Kim and Al Chien

by Dennis Augustine

“No road is long with good company—especially on two wheels."

Biked with Kim and Al Chien from their home, setting out on the Los Gatos Creek Trail under an 80-degree sun that felt like summer’s warm embrace. We glided through Oak Meadow and Vasona Lake County Park—no traffic, no noise, just the sounds of nature and rhythm of the wheels.

Since I ride these paths daily, I guided us off the beaten path—onto quiet, hidden trails, where trees arched overhead and the breeze cooled our backs. In the shade, the ride slowed into something peaceful, almost meditative.

#LosGatosCreekTrail

#VasonaPark

#OakMeadowPark

#HiddenTrails

Dinner with Good Friends at Danbi Korean Restaurant & Gelato at Dolce Spazio

by Dennis Augustine

“Let’s live and enjoy the moment, because it will never come again.” — Korean proverb

Cecile and I enjoyed an early dinner with Susan and Nelson Bye at Danbi Korean Restaurant, newly opened in downtown Los Gatos on April 15, replacing Grocer and Goddess. Owner Janet Soh brings an upscale twist to Korean street food, expanding on her successful San Jose and Santa Teresa locations.

Danbi offers a creative blend of traditional Korean flavors with contemporary presentation. We were welcomed with complimentary banchan, kimchi, and rice. For our entrees, we shared Beef Short Ribs marinated in House Sauce, Korean-style Soy Glazed Fried Chicken, a Hot Stone Pot with beef, vegetables, and egg, and a platter of Chap Chae (stir-fried glass noodles with beef and vegetables).

The Los Gatos location features a stylish, vibrant decor, perfect for casual dinners or date nights. The staff, especially our waiter, was attentive and welcoming. Overall, we had a great experience and look forward to returning. (Tip: Arriving before 6 pm helps you avoid the crowds; reservations are only needed for parties of six or more.)

After dinner, we strolled down Santa Cruz Avenue for gelato at Dolce Spazio—Italian for “Sweet Space.”

Pope Francis the People's Superhero Launching a Slingshot of Love-His Final Legacy

by Dennis Augustine

This mural is not by reclusive artist, Banksy — it’s actually by an Italian street artist named Maupal (real name Mauro Pallotta). It became famous because it shows Pope Francis (depicted in a whimsical way) using a slingshot to shoot a red heart. It portrays Pope Francis as a “superhero” who “attacks” the world not with violence, but with love and kindness actively spread.

This art went viral when it first appeared near the Vatican around 2014, and many interpreted it as celebrating the Pope’s more accessible, gentle, and reform-minded approach.

When this mural first popped up near the Vatican in early 2014, instead of being offended or calling for it to be removed (as you might expect with official religious imagery), the Vatican actually embraced it!

In fact, the Vatican’s official communications account, @Pontifex (their Twitter account for the Pope), tweeted a photo of it, saying something like “We found this great street art near the Vatican. See how much love Pope Francis inspires.”

This was a really rare event — governments and religious institutions usually remove unauthorized street art quickly, but they saw it as a positive, lighthearted reflection of the Pope’s real influence: spreading compassion and action instead of judgment or rigidity.

It also fit well with Pope Francis’s image as a leader who wanted to connect with everyday people in new ways, focusing on love, humility, and charity.

Santa Cruz to Capitola: 25 Miles of Coastal Magic & Lunch at Zelda's

by Dennis Augustine

Bill and I set off on a two-wheeled escape, pedaling 25 miles from Santa Cruz to Capitola, chasing the morning clouds, sunshine, wind gusts and sea spray along the way.

West Cliff Drive rolled out like a ribbon along the coast—waves crashing like applause on the rocks, colorful ice plants blooming like they knew it was their moment. We passed the surfer statue, the lighthouse, and Pleasant Point where wet-suited daredevils danced with the waves like they were born in saltwater.

Somewhere along the Boardwalk, a chorus of sea lions held court beneath the pier—loud, proud, and packed tighter than a summer parking lot, proving once again that sunbathing and yelling are compatible. We nodded in respect and rolled on passed the Boardwalk amusement area, voted the "World’s Best Seaside Park.” This time the raucous was from a chorus of kids and adults alike, screaming with joy on the rollercoaster.

Took a peaceful detour around the Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor. Boats bobbed like they had nowhere better to be. Eventually, Capitola called us in with its candy-colored cottages and ocean breeze. Lunch at Zelda’s on the beach—Bill went bold with seared blackened Ahi salad, I stayed classic with a Cobb. Both excellent choices, even the seagulls and pigeons were anxious for a bite. We marveled at the rebuilt bridge in the bay glad to see it standing proud again after the catastrophic storm took out the midsection of it a few years ago.

Postscript: See short Video clips of Cluster of barking sea lions and surfers at the end of the photo gallery.

A Personal Tribute & Farewell to Pope Francis: A Legacy of Love Close to Home

Francis is my middle name, chosen for St. Francis of Assisi — the same saint Pope Francis honored when he became pope in 2013, the year my mother Maria passed away at 88. The timing always felt like more than a coincidence. She adored him.

I was raised Catholic, attended Our Lady of Grace in Hoboken and St. Michael’s High in Union City, and over the years visited the Vatican. I’ll never forget seeing Pope John Paul ll with Cecile, Jason, and Michelle address the public in Audience Hall in 1993. I brought home rosary beads for my mother blessed by the Pope. The time before that I got a glimpse of Pope John XXIII when I was just 13.

Referred to "The Pope of the People," Francis brought heart and humanity to the papacy. He made 49 journeys around the world to be in the company of people.

His words—“If a person is gay and seeks God and has good will, who am I to judge?” It felt like a turning point. He led with compassion, not condemnation. He also said: "Be like St. Augustine"—my family name—and reflect on the story or the interior of your life.

Rest in peace, Pope Francis. For 12 years you led with love and you'll always be remembered!

Postscript: Potential succussors to Pope Francis are many and include Charles Maung Bo (Myanmar) who was made cardinal by Pope Francis in 2015.

A Very Festive Easter Weekend Brunch & Easter Egg Hunt for the Grandkids

by Dennis Augustine

“Easter is the only time when it’s perfectly safe to put all our eggs in one basket.”-Evan Escar

Our son-in-law Kyle and brother Chip’s mom, Kim, along with her husband Al Chien, hosted a sumptuous Easter brunch for fourteen family members and friends at their beautiful home. Al greeted the adults with Ramos Gin Fizz cocktails-a perfect start to a spring celebration.

With her background in event planning and a flair for festive décor, Kim makes every major holiday a magical experience for both adults and our grandkids.

Lyla, Emmy, and August (Gus) lit up with excitement receiving their Easter baskets and dashing around the yard for the Easter Egg Hunt that Lolly (Kim) and Pop (Al) lovingly organized. Their joy was absolutely contagious!

A personal highlight for me—beyond celebrating with family—was meeting Al’s longtime friend, Michael. We quickly discovered we’re both Sicilian, or as we say in Sicilian slang, “Compa,” which is a friendly way of saying bro. He is from Santa Caterina Villarmosa located near picturesque seaside town of Cefalu, while my mother was born in Roccalumera, Messina near Taormina.

Wishing a Happy Easter to our family in New Jersey and Texas, to Kyle’s dad, Steve and GG, and Buona Pasqua to my family in Italy and Sicily. May your your Easter be as joyful and full of love as ours was!