Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

Winters were hard when I was a kid in America. We were Polish refugees and immigrants, victims of Hitler and WWII, and we lived in shacks ...

New Year's Poem Hope is kind. Hope is a door and a window. Hope is the silly neighbor child we ignore when we are children ours...

The Dead are Dead Death was a wind and a flood. It came in the night and it came in the light. It broke the children and their parents...

My mother spent 3 years in the slave labor camps in Nazi Germany.  Here is a story she heard from one of the other Polish women there. A ...

I was reading a fine essay by Matthew Vollmer about visiting the home of a man who collected Nazi artifacts and memorabilia, and it go...

I've given a lot of thought and feeling to suffering over the years.  My father spent 4 years in a concentratio...

Bad People People being evil?  Why do they do it? I don't know.  But they seem to be doing it a lot more.  There was...