Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My mother died six years ago, January 27, 2006. She died in a hospice in Sun City, Arizona. It was a beautiful place, out in the desert, ...

I wrote the following poem to thank my parents and all of my relatives who suffered in World War II. Some like my parents survived and oth...

On September 1, 1939, the Nazis invaded Poland. In those first days and the six years that followed, more than five million Poles died. ...

  My father didn't teach me to fish or play ball or paint a fence or drive a car. He couldn't do any of those things. He was an or...

Irene Tomaszewski and Tecia Werbowski have recently published the American edition of their book about Polish attempts to save Jews during t...

I first posted this blog about 2 years ago: I got a letter from Linda's Uncle Buddy. For Christmas, Linda's dad Tony gave his brothe...

I can remember the Holocaust, but I can't do much more. I can't imagine it, I can't describe it, I can't understand it. ...