Pre-Order My Forthcoming Memoir

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Holocaust MemoirSome of you may know–especially if you’ve glanced at the sidebar–that this February, Rowman & Littlefield will be publishing my memoir, A World Erased: A Grandson’s Search for His Family’s Holocaust Secrets.

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Camping with a Toddler: Lying and Crying and Bears, Oh Crap

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Camping with a Toddler
“Can you call me every night and let me know how she is?” my wife said as I packed four tents, a portable crib, and our daughter into the car.

 

“I don’t know if we’ll have service,” I explained. “It’s a campground.”

 

“It’s a campground in New Jersey,” she said.

 

I shrugged and told her that I’d do my best. Read more

Swimming the Blue Grotto on Capri

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Swimming in the Blue Grotto

Years ago, when I was on a month-long journey through Italy, everyone suggested that I visit the island of Capri. But everyone who had made such a recommendation told me that they had only visited for the day. They had all followed the same path: bussed to the top on the island’s winding roads, rode the chairlift at the peak for the panoramas, walked the markets, and then, ultimately, booked a boat tour into the Blue Grotto. The Blue Grotto, as the picture above shows, presents water so blue–so spectacularly illuminated–that if they could capture that color and set it in a stone, it would be the new must-have engagement gem. Read more

Driving in Korea

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Driving in Korea

I like to write about driving in other countries because quite often I’m curious or intrigued by the things that I see on the road. Read more

Surfing Korea

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Surfing KoreaIt was a calm morning at Gwang-An Beach when I launched my paddleboard into the absence of surf. Since the winds were down and swells small, I paddled away from the beach, which was enclosed by skyscrapers and mountains now blocked by the buildings. The long bridge across Busan straddled the bay and I made the twenty-minute trip to one of the concrete blocks serving as a support. Read more