The ‘Heidi’ Years at the Edge of Hunger and Forgetting: My mother remembered the beauty of her Alpine childhood, even as the war’s aftershocks reverberated through their daily lives. https://t.co/MS8XavuYxP
Rolling through the countryside on a journey you're not sure will ever end...The ever-present threat from above...Sharing the lap of a soldier you don't like...Watching your friend grow sicker... Read about my family's flight westwards at the end of WW2 https://t.co/IXnqCcl0ro
For years my mother hid her wartime memories behind an inner wall. Then she saw a child’s face on a paperback in a Boston bookstore, and her past came rushing back. https://t.co/4jZ50rWlyG
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, boarding up broken windows, and hiding in Mother’s closet. Plus historical notes on the time, place, and people of these stories. https://t.co/WdTcDVj937
My mom lost her safety and I lost her - but those wounds didn't define it. We found happiness in our families and solace in our writing. Read my latest post about Mutti and Me here: https://t.co/GIb6slG8rM...