Reviewed by Dave Seter Childhood can be a time of intense joy and disappointment. An old idiom counsels: children should be seen and not
1 German soldiers trucked my mother from her Polish farm to a German labor camp, a cluster of textile factories. Hundreds of women roosted
A mother spends the evening rearranging the siblings in their beds. Each child is a misbehaved angel, each limb demanding the attention of a
Brings me back to our kitchen in the projects. Cow curtains and magnets lining the yellow refrigerator packed with food we couldn’t eat