I am a first generation American. Both my father and mother immigrated after World War II and brought with them, layer upon layer of secrets from their past. My mother emigrated from Germany to Boston; my father emigrated from Hungary by way of Calgary, to Boston. Both came from complicated upbringings and the horrors of […]
On Reliving the Past, the Traumas of that Forgotten Childhood…
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