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  When I think of summer, I think of time not passing. I think of the beach and the constancy of one sound that was present before anyone could hear it. I think of  my young lightweight body, darkened, pressing to the warm sand, as fine and white as flour. I think of the waves […]

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When I look at this picture of my sister I remember the day.  We were visiting my uncle, my mother’s brother and his family. They had just moved to this new apartment and my parents were excited to see the new place. My sister was two maybe two and a half years old.  I was […]

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I looked at the floor and thought of chess.  This made me feel sinful. I was not supposed to have frivolous thoughts while in church.  The floor of the neo-Gothic church was made of black and white marble squares that made me think of the size of the chess pieces that would match the size […]

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There was a moment in my life when I realized that my father used to be a child, just like me. This realization made me feel more mature but at the same time more vulnerable.  In this moment, I realized that I am following my father’s path of growing up (which meant that eventually I […]

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I suspect that most of us believe that memories preserve a moment in time, something that happened and now is being accessed and viewed “as it was once before.” I suspect that most of us believe in their memories and are attached to the very specific way something is remembered. But what do we really […]

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When I think of my mom who passed away of ovarian cancer on November 7, 1999 at the age of 63, this is what I see: It was a hot summer day.  My mom, my sister Aleksandra (we call her Ola or Olenka), and I are in the garden.  I am 6 or 7 years […]

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I woke up this morning to a silence that was spreading inward and outward at the same time.  Inward, I felt very centered, still chasing the tail of a dream while slowly reaching into the waking life. It was pleasant. Outward, I couldn’t hear any sounds outside the window and I imagined the snow that  […]

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To my childhood friends. Dedykuje moim przyjaciolkom z lat dziecinstwa. I feel like I haven’t posted anything new on my blog for ages.  I think about all the things I want to write but for some reason I am unable to bring myself to writing. When I woke up this morning, I  realized, and verbalized […]

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… as I was saying “it” all started when I was six years old. I grew up in Gościcino (watch a short video here), in a single family house.  My maternal grandparents lived on the first level of the house and my family — my parents, my sister Aleksandra, and I — lived on the […]

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Last night I woke up at 3:15 a.m. and since I felt perfectly rested I didn’t see any reason of staying in bed.  I decided to go downstairs. All the lights in the house were out, even the small one above the stove that is usually left on just so we can see our steps […]

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