Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

Happy Birthday to Me There's an old cliche that I hear more and more as I grow older. Supposedly it started with the American actress ...

Growing up in Chicago in the late 1960s, I felt that the world was always on the edge of protests and riots.   This feeling started in 1...

First Major Review of Little Altar Boy! The Wall Street Journal loved it! Here’s what they said: John Guzlowski’s powerful “Little A...

My Mother and Her Ukrainian Neighbors Tens of thousands of Poles in Eastern Poland were killed between 1943 and 1944 by Ukrainian Natio...

A Letter to My Mother Dear Mom, I know you’ve been gone a long time now, almost 15 years, but I dreamt I was with you again ...

Alone Here’s my most recent column for the Polish Daily News. It’s a piece on aloneness during the pandemic: ALONE This pa...

The End of the World My father used to say this all the time.  As a joke. He had seen the world end once before with his own eyes.  He...