Post Cards from the Edge—Heroines in their 80s in Israel Refuse to let the Kidnapped Hostages be Forgotten

Since the October 7th massacre, when Hamas terrorists kidnapped hundreds of Israelis, six extraordinary women—Louise, Shlomit, Nira, Rachel, Tirza, and Ruti, all over 80 years old—have gathered every single day at Anchor Junction near Netanya in Israel. They refuse to let the kidnapped be forgotten.

It began just days after the attack, when Louise picked up a megaphone and a sign and called out: “What if it were your son?” and “We have to get them out of there.” From that moment, the vigil never stopped. Through rain, heat, and wind, they organize shifts on WhatsApp, wave flags, and remind passing drivers of the urgency.

Rachel, recently returned from the U.S., now fights for Israel’s future. Ruti carries her flag like a torch. Shlomit, Tirza, and Nira stand each day knowing the families’ pain is far greater than their own discomfort. They call themselves friends. The community calls them heroes.

And through artist and activist, Shoshke Engelmayer’s Daily Postcards, their courage is drawn, remembered, and shared — the voice of the kidnapped carried forward by those who refuse silence.

In Memory of Six Souls Whose Lives were Stolen: Carrying Their Light Forward

On the evening of Monday, August 18, we arrived at the first yahrzeit—the sacred anniversary of loss—of six young hostages whose lives were stolen one year ago in the tunnels of Gaza. For 10 months they endured captivity, yet their spirits still speak to us.

by Dennis Augustine

In Jewish tradition, a yahrzeit is not only a marker of grief but a call to kindle light where darkness once was—to remember by doing, to mourn by loving more deeply.

We hold in our hearts the names of:

Eden Yerushalmi — A young woman whose radiant spirit and love of life touched all who knew her.

Hersh Goldberg-Polin — A gentle soul with courage and humor that inspired resilience even in the darkness.

Ori Danino — A devoted friend and protector, remembered for his warmth and loyalty.

Carmel Gat — A compassionate healer whose kindness and care extended to everyone around one around her.

Almog Sarusi — A man of strength and laughter, who brought joy and light to the community.

Alex Lubnov — A bright young life full of promise, remembered for his dreams and determination.

Their families’ pain is unending, yet their memories ask us for something living: to answer cruelty with kindness, despair with action.

As Hersh’s parents, Jon and Rachel Goldberg-Polin, have urged: let these next 24 hours be filled with one good deed—however small, however simple.

May their memories be not only a blessing, but a quiet revolution of compassion.

Folsom City Zoo Sanctuary on National Honey Bee Day, Train Ride & Lunch at Halal Express Middle Easter Cuisine

It was especially fun for Lyla, Emmy, and Gus who were fascinated by the bears, raccoons, bobcats, peacocks, monkeys, shetland ponies, the Queen Bee and the importance of her role in the hive. We all loved exploring together and then hopping on the little train ride around the grounds —a highlight for the kids (and the adults too!).

Afterward, we capped off the outing with a delicious lunch at Halal Express, where we shared plates of flavorful kebobs and falafel wraps and salad, Humus and Pita bread A sweet ending to a day that reminded us just how vital—and magical—bees are to our world

Family Dinner at Ippolito’s Trattoria in Sacramento

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I hosted a wonderful family dinner at Ippolito’s in the Rosemont section of Sacramento, CA with our son Jason, our daughter Michelle and her husband Kyle, and our three beautiful grandchildren—Lyla, Emmy, and little August (Gus).

The food was delicious, the company even better, and the evening was made extra special by the beautiful, colorful mural of Venice that set such a vibrant and welcoming backdrop. Moments like these remind us how blessed we are to share good meals and laughter together.

In Loving Memory of My Sicilian Uncle Lillo Micalizzi

by Dennis Augustine

English and Italian Translation]

I first traveled to Roccalumera, Sicily, as a toddler, and returned many times as a teenager and an adult — often with my mom, and later with Cecile and our children, Jason and Michelle. My mom was Uncle Lillo’s older sister, and through her I was blessed with countless memories of him.

Zio Lillo proudly served in the Italian Navy. In his life at home, he worked for a doctor who was also the mayor of Roccalumera, and later he oversaw the town’s water district. But for me, his greatest role was being my uncle — a man who filled my youth with adventure, laughter, and love.

I rode on the back of his Vespa scooter countless times — through the Sicilian foothills, the countryside, past orchards where we picked fresh apricots and fruit. He taught me how to drive his Vespa when I was just 13, and he took me to Taormina, where he introduced me to spearfishing. He took me for gelato, we played billiards, and he taught me scopa, a traditional Italian card game. His jokes made me laugh, and his spirit left an impression on me that will last the rest of my life.

His beloved wife, my late Zia Cettina, was a wonderful woman — a loving soul and a gifted cook. Together they raised two beautiful daughters, my dear cousins Lorena and Giapina. It was Lorena who messaged me to share the sad news: “Dad is no longer with us.”

Uncle Lillo lived a full 92 years, and he leaves behind a legacy of love, laughter, and family. May he rest in peace. Our heartfelt condolences go out to my cousins Lorena and Giapina, and to the entire family, as we hold them close in our thoughts and prayers.

ITALIAN TRANSLATION:

In memoria del mio zio siciliano Lillo

La mia prima volta a Roccalumera, in Sicilia, è stata da bambino, e poi sono tornato molte volte da adolescente e da adulto — spesso con mia mamma, e più tardi con Cecile e i nostri figli, Jason e Michelle. Mia mamma era la sorella maggiore di mio zio Lillo, e grazie a lei ho avuto la fortuna di condividere con lui tanti ricordi preziosi.

Zio Lillo ha servito con orgoglio nella Marina Militare Italiana. Nella vita quotidiana lavorava per un medico che era anche sindaco di Roccalumera, e in seguito si è occupato della gestione dell’acquedotto del paese. Ma per me, il suo ruolo più importante è stato quello di zio — un uomo che ha riempito la mia giovinezza di avventure, risate e affetto.

Ho viaggiato innumerevoli volte sul retro della sua Vespa — tra le colline siciliane, la campagna, passando per frutteti dove raccoglievamo albicocche e altra frutta fresca. Mi ha insegnato a guidare la sua Vespa quando avevo solo 13 anni, e mi ha portato a Taormina, dove mi ha introdotto alla pesca subacquea. Mi portava a prendere il gelato, giocavamo a biliardo e mi ha insegnato a giocare a scopa, il tradizionale gioco di carte italiano. Le sue barzellette mi facevano ridere, e il suo spirito ha lasciato in me un segno che durerà per tutta la vita.

Sua amata moglie, la mia compianta Zia Cettina, era una donna straordinaria — amorevole, bravissima in cucina e di grande cuore. Insieme hanno cresciuto due splendide figlie, le mie care cugine Lorena e Giapina. È stata Lorena a scrivermi un messaggio per darmi la triste notizia: «Papà non è più con noi.»

Zio Lillo ha vissuto 92 anni intensi, lasciandoci un’eredità di amore, risate e famiglia. Che possa riposare in pace.

Le nostre più sentite condoglianze vanno alle mie cugine Lorena e Giapina, e a tutta la famiglia, mentre li teniamo vicini nei nostri pensieri e nelle nostre preghiere.


When a White Sox Fan (Zach) with a Heavenly Connection Meets the San Jose Giants

by Dennis Augustine

Before our nephew Zach flew in from Chicago for his week-long visit that recently concluded with a Hawaiian Luau, Cecile and I were brainstorming ideas for a 20-year-old college student’s “must-do” list. My friend Bill, an avid baseball fan, suggested a San Jose Giants game. This was perfect because Zach had been to numerous White Sox games with his dad (Cecile’s brother Mark), but he had always yearned to experience the more intimate atmosphere of a Minor League matchup.

Serendipity struck! Last Tuesday became a “boys night out” for Bill, Zach, and me, while Cecile and Bill’s wife Sarah enjoyed dinner out. Bill managed to secure us 3rd-row seats right behind the catcher at Excite Ballpark for the San Jose Giants vs. the Visalia Rawhide.

We arrived early, hungry, and eager to immerse ourselves in the full ballpark experience. Zach, feasted on BBQ ribs, Bill and I indulged in burgers and a bag of peanuts. The eternal debate of what to do with the peanuts shells ensued:) For dessert Bill had ‘dippin dots’ ice cream and Zach and I had churros. After nine innings, the Giants emerged victorious, shutting out the Rawhide 12-0.

Fun fact: Zach now shares a unique connection with Pope Leo XIV, a fellow Chicagoan and the first American pope. Pope Leo XIV famously wore a White Sox cap during a public appearance at the Vatican. It seems that baseball is indeed a heavenly pastime.

Dinner at Mint Leaf: A Feast of the Senses

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I had the pleasure of taking our nephew Zach to Mint Leaf Asian Bistro in Saratoga Village — a gem of Asian-fusion cuisine paired with the most exotic décor with a bohemian vibe.

The moment you step inside, you’re surrounded by rich textures, warm lighting, and intricate Asian artistry. At the far back, high on the wall, a serene golden Buddha overlooks the dining room, casting a calm, watchful presence over every table. From hand-carved wood panels to shimmering silk accents, the space feels like a cross between an upscale lounge and a cultural gallery.

The food? Bold flavors and creative pairings that match the setting perfectly. Mint Leaf isn’t just a restaurant; it’s an experience, and one of our favorites. Apparently, Zach was quite fond ot it too, calling it his best culinary experience yet.

Famous Felafel, Blooming Rose Garden & and Blast from Our Past

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I took our nephew Zach on an adventure to two iconic places in San Jose, each representing the city’s unique charm and flavor.

Our first stop was Falafel’s Drive-In, a beloved family-run gem since 1966. Founded by the late Anton and Zahie Nijmeh, from Jerusalem, this place has become a San Jose institution. The colorful mural adorning the restaurant, created by local artist Lila Gemellos, celebrates the city’s landmarks in vibrant style. Falafel’s gained national recognition when Guy Fieri featured it on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives back in 2007, and the episode continues to air today, serving as a testament to the humble eatery’s enduring popularity.

Next, we strolled through the breathtaking 98 yr old San Jose Municipal Rose Garden established in 1927, which was in full bloom and as timelessly beautiful as ever. To complete our day, we visited my former Foot Clinic on Park Avenue, a place that Cecile and I had successfully built together. It once served as my professional career, later transformed into a law office, and now, a cozy residence. This small piece of personal history holds a special place in our hearts, as it reminds us of the city’s ever-evolving landscape and the places that have shaped our story. Revisiting these locations is always special, and sharing them with family makes the experience even more meaningful.

Santa Cruz Boardwalk Bliss & Wharf Wonders with Zach!

by Dennis Augustine

Continuing our adventures with our nephew Zach, Cecile and I took him to the iconic Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk & Wharf—a California classic for over 100 years!

The Boardwalk was bursting with color and energy as usual—vintage rides, arcade games, and the buzz of summer in the air. We strolled the vibrant strip, took in the ocean views, and enjoyed the sunshine—perfect at 74 degrees.

Then it was on to the Wharf, where the vibe completely shifts. No rollercoasters here—just the peaceful pier stretching into the Pacific, lined with restaurants, gift shops, boat tours, and of course… barking sea lions lounging below!

Lunch, Bikes, Boats and Exploring a Majestic Pelican Sanctuary at Shoreline with Our Nephew Zach

by Dennis Augustine

After a relaxing jacuzzi and swim at our clubhouse pool, Cecile and I took our nephew Zach to Shoreline Lake American Bistro in Mountain View for lunch. The place was buzzing with summer energy—kids and teens in camp, and a kaleidoscope of color from kayaks, paddle boats, sailboats, and windsurfers gliding across the lake.

Zach ordered the Soy Ginger Salmon with steamed rice and Asian veggies, while Cecile and I shared a Roasted Turkey Club on focaccia with a fresh garden salad.

After lunch, I rented bikes for Zach and me. Cecile found a shady spot with her book, and I led Zach along the open trails to a quiet hideaway of small islets where dozens of majestic white pelicans were gathered—a breathtaking sight to cap off a beautiful day.

A Special California Welcome for Our Nephew Zach from Chicago

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I were thrilled to welcome our nephew Zachary from Chicago for a long-anticipated visit. He’s the son of Cecile’s brother Mark and sister-in-law Barbara—and it’s been great having him with us.

Before arriving, Zach stayed with friends in LA and San Francisco, followed by a visit to Cecile’s cousin Susan and her husband Steve in Alameda.

We met up with them for brunch at SKILLIT’Z Café in historic Niles, a funky spot filled with eclectic wall art and hearty food. We hadn’t seen Susan and her daughter Mea in years, so it was a perfect setting to catch up on family stories. Niles itself is a charming district of Fremont, known for its antique fair, wildflower festival, and early film history—once home to silent film legends like Charlie Chaplin.

After brunch, we brought Zach home, where Aunt Cecile welcomed him with a delicious dinner of Chicken Parmesan, linguini pasta, and avocado salad. More fun ahead this week!

Two Fires, Two Coasts, One Unshaken Spirit: Stepping Up to Help the Jewish Community In Rutherford, NJ

by Dr Dennis Augustine

According to reports, an early-morning blaze has reduced the 100-year old synagogue of Congregation Beth El Chabad of the Meadowlands in Rutherford, NJ, to ashes—destroying its seven sacred Torah scrolls and leaving Rabbi Yitzchok Lerman, his wife, and six children without a home or possessions. Miraculously, they escaped unharmed.

For my wife and me, it feels like déjà vu all over again. A few years ago here in San Jose, in the heart of Silicon Valley where Cecile and I live, Chabad Almaden was devastated by a similar fire. But thanks to the determination of our Brooklyn-born Rabbi friend—Mendel Weinfeld—then in his early 20s—who rallied the community, and with early donors like us, they rebuilt. In that case, heroic firefighters saved their Torah scrolls.

Though I’m not Jewish, my wife is—and I’ve grown deeply connected to her traditions and the communities that live them. Rutherford’s loss is personal—it’s close to Hoboken, NJ, where I grew up, and where my sister Josie, my brother Stephen, and their families live. I simply felt compelled to help and we donated to the Beth El Chabad Capitol Fund to help them rise above the ashes and Rebuild.

Hawaiian Luau at Rinconada Hills – A Perfect Farewell for Zach

by Dennis Augustine

Last evening, Cecile and I capped off an incredible week hosting our nephew Zach with a spectacular Hawaiian Luau right here at Rinconada Hills in Los Gatos — and we were thrilled to introduce him to our dear friends. He even got to dance with one of our friends (Marleen).

Set on our clubhouse lawn under the soft glow of tiki torches, the night was everything a traditional luau should be — a joyful feast for the senses. We savored appetizers and a full Hawaiian buffet starring a whole Kalua pig, while the Tiki Mai Tai bar (plus wine & beer) kept the island spirit flowing. The evening pulsed with live Hawaiian music by Na Leo Pumehana, and a handsome, thrilling Tahitian fire dancer—a real hit with the ladies, and even a children’s activity center for the keiki.

As we strolled home along the quiet trails of our gated community, we were greeted by an auspicious full moon — mahina piha. In Hawaiian culture, it’s a symbol of abundance, renewal, and spiritual strength. The goddess Hina, keeper of the moon, is believed to shine her wisdom and blessings on such nights.

A magical ending to a week filled with laughter, connection, and unforgettable memories.

Note: See Video Clip of Tahitian Fire Dancer

From Generation to Generation: A Friday Night of Light, Love, and Many Blessings

by Dennis Augustine

In the flicker of candlelight, we were reminded of the faces of those we love, the hands that raised us, and the generations to come.

We eagerly anticipated spending time with our beloved daughter Michelle, our wonderful son-in-law Kyle, and our precious grandchildren Lyla, Emmy, and little Gus. The visit exceeded our expectations and brought even more joy.

Nonnie Cecile outdid herself with a delectable home-cooked feast. Oven-baked eggplant, chicken Caprese, seared asparagus spears, a refreshing mixed greens salad with olives, and a delectable fresh berry crisp tart were just a few of the dishes that tantalized our taste buds.

We were also delighted to have our beloved former Filipina-American nanny, Norlita “Lita” Kaspar, join us. Lita, who once cared for Michelle and Jason, had the wonderful opportunity to meet Michelle and Kyle’s beautiful children. She brought one of my favorites: Filipino beef steak—thinly sliced, marinated in a lemon-soy sauce with sautéed onions, served with white rice and pansit noodles. This dish holds the love of her family of ten siblings.

The house was filled with laughter, art projects lovingly taped to the fireplace mantel, and the joyful energy of three little ones.

Since it was Friday evening, we decided to welcome Shabbat together. Lyla and Emmy helped light the candles, and with sweet voices, they sang the traditional blessings over the flames and the challah. Family, food, faith, and the enduring love that spans generations—this night will forever be etched in our hearts.


Happy Birthday, Nisha – A Celebration of Joy, Kindness, and Community

by Dennis Augustine

We were deeply touched to receive a heartfelt invitation from Paras to celebrate his wonderful wife, Nisha’s, birthday. He shared a quote from Nisha, which beautifully encapsulated the essence of the celebration:

“Nisha always says that a party is just a room until it’s filled with people she loves.”

Our paths crossed with Nisha at a Diwali celebration (Festival of Lights) at the Rinconada Hills in Los Gatos last year. She radiated warmth and joy, gracefully dancing to Bollywood tunes and making her way over to our table to introduce herself. Nisha was actively involved in helping our neighbors and friends, Aniket Singh and his wife, Sphoorti Patil, who were the organizers of the event.

This past weekend, approximately 50 guests gathered on Nisha and Paras’s beautifully renovated, spacious lower-level deck. The adults were delighted with Indian buffet, while the kids couldn’t resist the pizza. Although Cecile couldn’t attend, she graciously assisted me in selecting a beautiful pink orchid plant for Nisha, which was elegantly placed as a centerpiece at the table I shared with other familiar guests.

After dinner, Paras invited everyone to take a group photo before we sang “Happy Birthday” to Nisha. Just as the party was coming to an end, he made a heartwarming announcement: they were donating 40 snack bags to “LifeMoves,” a homeless organization in Silicon Valley. This beautiful gesture truly reflected the spirit of the celebration.

Pink orchids symbolize kindness, joy, and the ability to appreciate beauty in life and share it with others. Nisha and Paras embodied these qualities, making this special event truly memorable for all.

Dinner at Al Castello – “The Castle” of Italian Cuisine

by Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I had dinner with our foodie friends Sarah and Bill at Al Castello Ristorante Italiano in San Jose — which, in case your Italian’s a little rusty, means “The Castle.”

At 6:45 pm the restaurant was packed, and we got front-row seats to the open kitchen action. Our waiter, Arturo, and the whole crew were friendly, fast, and fun — you could tell they enjoy what they do.

They kicked things off with warm house-made bread for the table (big points there), and while everyone else dove into their pasta dishes, I went rogue and ordered the fresh grilled ahi special — perfectly cooked — with a side of penne tossed in olive oil and a hearty, comforting cup of minestrone soup.

The dessert menu looked dangerously tempting, but since we were all comfortably full, we went with our usual fallback: Dairy Queen swirl cones to cool the palate.

Verdict? 4.5 out of 5 stars. Great food, great service, fun atmosphere. Next time I’m going back for the pizza — and maybe I’ll finally leave room for their incredible classic Italian dessert dishes.

4th of July Celebration in San Jose—Parade, Pedals & Patriotism

by Dennis Augustine

Bill and I biked 20 miles round trip to experience the energy and heart of San Jose’s Rose, White & Blue Parade & Festival—and it was well worth every pedal stroke!

The day kicked off with a car cruise featuring vintage classics all gleaming with pride. Then came the main even—a colorful, free, family-friendly parade that celebrated San Jose’s rich cultural diversity in full style.

We saw first responders, Vietnamese and U.S. military veterans, Miss Vietnam California, a graceful Qigong Academy that also specialize in martial arts and self cultivation. They were dancing with a golden yellow dragon. It represents inner power, good health, add spiritual growth.

Colombian dancers, and community groups from all walks of life. Local leaders like San Jose’s Mayor Matt Mahon’s staff were on hand as was Senator Adam Schiff waving the American flag from a chauffeur driven convertible.

Just before noon we grabbed a front-row sidewalk seat at Luna’s Mexican Restaurant on the Alameda and enjoyed some delicious fish tacos while the festival continued to roll by in full color and rhythm.

A perfect way to celebrate the 4th—with wheels, heart, and heritage, kids and adults alike

A Sacred Heart: Pope Leo XIV's Video Message Released from the Vatican of Love & Compassion to All Creeds

by Dennis Augustine

Yesterday morning, during a peaceful bike ride through Saratoga, California, I felt an unexpected pull to stop by Sacred Heart Church and School. The outdoor space was quietly alive with beauty, I noticed decorations going up—assuming they were primarily for graduation season, I took several photos to share with my sister Josie in New Jersey—a devout Catholic—and continued on my way.

It wasn’t until later, I realized the deeper meaning of my visit. Today is the first Friday of June—a day deeply rooted in the Catholic tradition that I was raised in, dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Christ. Unintentionally, I had stepped into a sacred moment.

To Catholics, the Sacred Heart is a symbol of divine love: a love wounded and unyielding; pierced, yet burning with mercy. But its message reaches far beyond Catholicism. It resonates with anyone who has ever loved, has ever experienced love, heartbreak, forgiveness, or hope again.

In a video released by the Vatican, Pope Leo XIV expressed the prayer intention for June, which is to foster compassion in the world. This aligns with the traditional Catholic devotion to the Sacred Heart, which emphasizes love, mercy, and empathy. This message serves as a reminder to all of us to reflect on the importance of compassion in our daily lives, regardless of our religious backgrounds or beliefs.

A heart that walks with the weary, welcomes the forgotten, and transforms suffering into compassion—a heart that is open to all seasons and all people. In these challenging times, it is a heart that is truly remarkable.

May this reminder, wherever we may be on our spiritual journey, inspire us to lead with love, to lift others up, and to let kindness be our daily devotion—a core value that I have encountered in various religious teachings and teachers I took the time to study and interact with over the years.

Early Birthday Cheers for our Son Jason at “The Hero Ranch Kitchen”

by Dennis Augustine

Since we’ll be traveling later this month, Cecile and I decided to celebrate our son Jason’s birthday a bit early. We chose The Hero Ranch Kitchen in historic downtown Saratoga as the perfect setting.

We chose to dine on the outdoor terrace. Jason ordered a hand crafted Old Fashioned and opted for the seared scallops as his entree. I indulged in a cold, citrusy Hazy IPA and Cecile and I shared their signature burger, and savored a refreshing and vibrant beet salad.

Our attentive waitress noticed our special occasion and, in a delightful surprise, brought us a complimentary ice cream dessert adorned with a birthday candle for Jason to make a wish.

Happy Birthday, Jason—may this year bring you bold new adventures, quiet joys, and the deep satisfaction of living with purpose and heart. Here’s to all the chapters ahead—and to always knowing how loved you really are.

Whispers of Kabul: A Feast from the Heart of the Silk Road with Good Friends

Dennis Augustine

"Hospitality is part of our faith."

—Afghan proverb

Susan and Nelson Bye, Cecile and I stepped inside Kabul Afghan Cuisine in Sunnyvale, and the world outside softened—replaced by the warmth of saffron rice, and the gentle dance of spices older than memory . We dined on history—slow-braised lamb beneath jeweled rice , eggplant kissed by fire and cooled by yogurt , naan still warm from the oven’s ancient breath .

The flavors didn’t shout. They spoke—in the low, assured tones of a poet who’s told this story a thousand times but still means every word .

And when the last spoon of fragrant rice was gone, we strolled beneath the summer twilight to Historic Murphy Avenue, closed off to vehicular traffic, where Bella Roma’s gelato offered a cool whisper of sweet creamy delight—to compliment a soulful meal.