The world is torn—we wake to the startling news
People are tortured, halved and quartered,
Families are shredded and voices are stilled.
Read MoreMother Goose evokes the innocence of childhood, the lilt of rhymes easily committed to memory by many American children.
So far from my childhood in every way…
Read MoreWhy did I survive? I don’t know why. I should have been the first to die. The youngest were the most useless. I couldn’t do any work. I couldn’t contribute to the coffers of the Germans. I was an extra mouth to feed.
Read MoreThe below describes some of the events and speeches of the honoring event for my rescuer, Marianna Kowalczyk, by Yad Vashem. The event took place on Nov. 24, 2013.
Read MoreOne day Annie Bleiberg, a participating survivor, brought a cake she had baked to share with us. As she cut the
cake the blue numbers on her arm were visible. On Aril 27, 2004, I was moved to write a poem
about her.
The realization came to me. I had never had a chance to mourn for my mother or anyone I had lost. And my writings to her and about her, were really serving a multifold purpose…
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