The C2S blog draws on the arts, the social and biological sciences to explore the many meanings of health and "dis-ease." Designed to be a locus where patients, their families and professionals can meet on a level playing field, it is the natural off-shoot of the Cell 2 Soul Online Journal. We encourage the submission of ideas, essays, poems, stories, humor, and timely reviews relating to the humanities and health care.
Marion Pritchard, a gentile whose shock at watching Nazi soldiers storm a home for Jewish children in Amsterdam and load them into a truck for deportation inspired her to enter a clandestine world of rescuing Jews, died on Dec. 11, 2016 at her home in Washington, DC. She was 96.
Please read her moving NY Times obituary. It's inspiring to be reminded of true heroism. This woman's brave and quiet work is a candle in the dark.
Long-time Cell 2 Soul member and Berkshire County resident, Michael Symons, has written a moving essay recollecting his participation in the historic civil rights march of 1963.
Michael Symons: A Chance Meeting Among the Multitudes The Berkshire Eagle, August 28, 2013 It was exactly 50 years ago today when I stood no more than
a hundred feet from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as he delivered those
unforgettable words from the steps of The Lincoln Memorial. It was August, 1963 -- summer vacation -- when a teacher’s
thoughts are furthest from the classroom and the minds he presumes to have
touched. I was working in an inter-generational, Jewish culture camp
in upstate New York and, although removed from the outside world, we were very
aware of the announced "March on Washington" scheduled for the 28th.
Occasionally, a story appears in the paper that warms our hearts and educates us as well. This essay, in the Townies section of the NY Times will make you smile and cry at the same time. It begins...
"The story of how Danny and I were married last July in a Manhattan
courtroom, with our son, Kevin, beside us, began 12 years earlier, in a
dark, damp subway station.
Danny called me that day, frantic. “I
found a baby!” he shouted. “I called 911, but I don’t think they
believed me. No one’s coming. I don’t want to leave the baby alone. Get
down here and flag down a police car or something.” By nature Danny is a
remarkably calm person, so when I felt his heart pounding through the
phone line, I knew I had to run."