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Debra Kahn
Atlanta, Georgia

Creative writer, music lover, event planner, hippie in remission.

About Debra

I was born one of a pair of twins during the Eisenhower presidency on the exact day that the Dow surpassed its peak level reached just before the Wall Street Crash of 1929.

My father was a leftist Jewish community organizer. My first concert was at age 2 in a simple ranch house in Denver, Colorado, where Pete Seeger sung to 15 families who had come together to support him during his blacklist years. He would sing and then the hat would be passed around, a bus ticket bought, and perhaps a new pair of jeans, and on he would go to the next oasis of enlightenment.

It was no surprise that after college I headed to Chicago to community organize in the Uptown neighborhood. Music has always spoken to me, and my group of friends in Chicago were drawn to the words of Bruce Springsteen. To us his songs were divinely influenced.

Stories by Debra

Nowhere To Go But Up | When getting out is all you have
Nowhere To Go But Up
When getting out is all you have

The children missing shoes, the young men preyed on by John Wayne Gacy, the drunks confined to their fire escape — all these lost souls, they had nowhere to run.

Marching With Atticus Finch | Three generations in Harper Lee’s image
Marching With Atticus Finch
Three generations in Harper Lee’s image

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

Raul From Brazil | The soft dance of the highway
Raul From Brazil
The soft dance of the highway

I hadn’t been into motorcycles before I came to Israel, to the Kibbutz Maayan Zvi, just south of Haifa. But my deep feelings for Raul included the bike as well, because it was a part of him.