It was June 1991; back then I was a young journalist just out of graduate school. I was assigned by my editor at a women’s magazine to cover an exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago called, “Degenerate Art: The Fate of the Avant-Garde in Nazi Germany.” When I walked into the museum, my breath caught in my throat and chills covered my arms; I knew I was not just reporting any story, I had found my story — the one that would forever change the course of my career and become a part of my soul. I would soon pivot from journalist to author and art lover, conducting obsessive research bent on exposing a topic that is still front-page news nearly eighty years after the Holocaust…
