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Honfleur American Heroes In these last hours of 2024, I have been thinking about my trip to Normandy in October. It seemed an apt place...

Package from Prague The two-tone ring of our doorbell, followed by a few sharp barks from our dog Nellie, announced the package from...

I did not know what to expect when I came to Rio de Janeiro other than a grand adventure. I also discovered great beauty, friendly and...

June 28, 1945 - Graduation Day Four men and a woman are standing in an open field. Another man is kneeling and smiles broadly under his...

In 2014, during a trip to investigate my family’s 1937 apartment building in Brno, Czech Republic, my friend Joan and I interviewed a...

On a chilly morning in late February 2022, my friend Valerie and l boarded a train from our homes in Maryland for the three hour trip to...

Not long after the bombs began falling in Russia’s war on Ukraine earlier this year, I saw a TV interview with a Ukrainian woman who had...

One of the first sites our tour guide showed us during my initial research trip to Brno in 2013, was the historic Brno Exhibition Center....

Some musings about flags in the context of the 20th anniversary of 9-11, Jan. 6, and July 4 this year.

This is a story about family, architecture, and World War II. My father left Czechoslovakia in 1938 to escape the Nazis.

In 1939, my grandparents, Alfred and Rosa, and their youngest child, Ditta, then age 16, arrived in England after fleeing Czechoslovakia.

In 1939, Nazi Germany invaded Czechoslovakia. A few weeks after the Occupation, the Gestapo showed up at my grandparents’ apartment.

The star of this website, my lodestar, is a building—a modernist apartment house in Brno, Czechoslovakia that my grandparents commissioned.