Word-a-Ling: word play

Tashkent, Uzbekistan is my birthplace. At nine months I was taken on a journey across Europe to an American refugee camp near Munich, Germany. This is where I spent my childhood. Where everyone spoke in whispers about whom they had lost to the Holocaust. No one was immune. These stories were as memorable as the places and the tears. America is my home. In the early fifties we traveled from Bremerhaven, Germany to the port of New Orleans, Louisiana aboard the USMS Gen Harry Taylor. Then by train to Phoenix, Arizona. Language and geography are part of my DNA. I’m not sure when I fell in love with the English language, but I know language feeds my soul. Human beings who have unusual childhoods have many stories to share. I am one of those children. My stories and poetry are about this journey and the wondrous people I’ve met along the way. More than 250,000 readers in 198 countries have read my blogs. As the blogs share: May we all know a world of peace.