Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My father spent four years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany, and my mother spent two and a half years there.  They were two of about 12 ...

  My mother grew up in a forest in Eastern Poland in the 1920s and 30s. She could hear wolves howling in the winter, and she listened t...

  My dad was born on Dec. 11, 1920 in Poland. By the time he was five years old, he was an orphan living on his uncle's small farm ...

One of the most criticized essays I ever wrote for this blog was entitled "All Holocausted Out: What I Think of Non-Jews Using the W...

This is a poem to be read while thinking about going to war to stop a war.  The Country of War War comes down like a hammer,  hea...

Recently, I was interview by Rattle's Megan Green.   The interview also appears at the Rattle site.  Just click here .  I thought I wou...

74 years ago on September 1. 1939, the Germans invaded Poland. Their blitzkrieg, their lightning war, came from the air and the sea and t...