Mama’s Life Lessons
Mama used to talk much about the slavery days. She’d paint us mental pictures of life working in the field and the horrors of cruel masters. The latter wa...
Historical fiction short stories.
Mama used to talk much about the slavery days. She’d paint us mental pictures of life working in the field and the horrors of cruel masters. The latter wa...
My rescue came late into the evening, well after the sun had set and the stillness of night arose. It came in the figure of a thin white woman with long blond h...
Pa has seen much in his years. His back shows the cruelty. While face wrinkles show toils and worries, the many hardships. And in his deep soulful eyes are all ...
“Eretz Israel, my beloved,” papa often says. Usually, the remark comes as he’s gazing out at the endless countryside plains. You can see the l...
People say the midlife years are hardest. When grey hair strands and deeper wrinkles shepherd in new feelings, and grief becomes all too consuming. Tommy couldn...
Anna Stein took her first breath on a makeshift bed in a crowded Warsaw Ghetto apartment in 1940. At the time, not even a year had passed since the Nazis took o...
“Fear festers,” pop told him all through childhood. “Step in, step through, but don’t be hindered by fear. Yet always respect it.”...
Daddy came back from the war a spiritually wounded man. His joyful eyes no longer sparkled. His big, booming voice also changed. Words came out slower and softe...
She was in the line, the one you didn’t want to be in, the one leading to the deportation train going to Treblinka, a death camp. We all knew that’s...
“Why shouldn’t a woman fight in the war?” Eliza asked her sister. “Because you can’t, and so you mustn’t. And many are dying...