Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

When I get to heaven, I expect to find my mom & dad & my sister at the kitchen table in our old apartment on Evergreen St in Chicago...

I got a call yesterday from an old friend.   He told me he is dying and only has a year or so more.  There is nothing the doctors can do.   ...

My God is God/Your God is the Devil I grew up in a Catholic family.  Went to Catholic schools.  Even thought about being a priest at one tim...

 Change I start every day the same way.  After getting myself a cup of coffee, I open my iPad and check out my Facebook page.  I start with ...

  Subhumans in America As the son of Polish immigrants—people who survived the hell of Nazi forced labor camps—I grew up with a deep convict...

 CHRISTMAS IN THE CAMPS I wanted to write something about Christmas for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy this year that I hadn’t written before.  I’v...

My dad didn’t drink during World War II.  He was a Polish slave laborer in Buchenwald Concentration Camp for four years, and in the camps th...