Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

Is Old Age a Gift? I got a message from a friend Barbara Pauls with a post that tried to make the case that old age is a gift. Is it? ...

A Story My Mother Heard In the Slave Labor Camp They took me from my children, three little ones. They said the children would be u...

Eye Contact with the Dead Don’t make eye contact with the dead in their coffins. They’ve suffered long enough, walked too long upon t...

Dead Deer in the Backyard I found a deer in the backyard today.  It was dead. I had gone out to mow the back terrace, a section of the y...

Before the war, my father imagined that he would always live in Poland according to the seasons and the holy days that came regularly li...

Welcome to America I came here as a refugee in 1951. My first 3 years were spent in a refugee camp in Germany. My parents were put in the ...

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 to ...