Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

  My Dad was an Alcoholic My dad didn’t drink during World War II.  He was a Polish slave laborer in Buchenwald Concentration Camp for four ...

 Dimes and Quarters My previous column for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy was about trying to convince my mom to give me an allowance when I was a k...

  NICKELS AND DIMES I was talking about work with my wife’s 96 year-old dad Tony a couple of days ago.  He grew up in the Great Depression w...

Yesterday, as we were sitting at the dinner table, my wife Linda looked up from her plate of pasta and said to me, “You know we haven’t take...

 My Mad monk Ikkyu book is available for preorder. After years of writing poems and memoir pieces about my parents and their experiences in ...

Not a Christmas Letter Just about every year since my wife Linda and I got married back in 1975, I’ve written a Christmas Letter. In it I’d ...

 Our First Christmases after the We had Christmas in the refugee camps in Germany after the war.  I don’t remember them, of course.  I was j...