Serge Wlodarski : Writing

A Tale Of Two Countries

A Tale Of Two Countries

A Story by Serge Wlodarski


Now that I have spent at least a week in both Russia and America, I am qualified to make this comparision.
Everything Falls Apart

Everything Falls Apart

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


I am living proof that it is better to be born to a family with money than to one without. Recently I learned I have something called a white pr..
Peenemunde

Peenemunde

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


True story, once a girl shattered my nose with a strike from her forearm. Surgery was required to put things back where they belonged. When I w..
Darkness Before The Dawn

Darkness Before The Dawn

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


One of the advantages of having an important person as a father is that you can get away with stuff. More than once, a police cruiser deposited ..
Mathematician Gone Wild

Mathematician Gone Wild

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


Both of my parents grew up amid poverty and war. Even though they spent more than half of their lives in America, and succeeded beyond their drea..
Who Are You

Who Are You

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


My father was not a big fan of fireworks. But the other dads in the neighborhood drove their kids across the Tennessee River to Morgan County, to..
The Next War

The Next War

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


Aside from building rockets, my father didn’t want anything to do with war. He wouldn’t watch war movies. He never owned a gun. A frie..
Bridge Over Troubled Waters

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


My father was as smart as anyone I’ve ever known. As a child, I saw Wernher von Braun interact with him at parties and other functions. I could ..
Come On In, The Water Is Fine

Come On In, The Water Is Fine

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


As a teenager, I believed there was no such thing as trouble I could not get out of. There were men in Huntsville that had an interest in suppressing ..
Second Verse, Same As The First

Second Verse, Same As The First

A Chapter by Serge Wlodarski


My father left most parenting duties to my mother. But he always opened up a little when we traveled. That was when he’d put on his Artur hat an..