I still can’t write about it and I don’t know why. I know what I want to say … but it’s not enough to say it. Perhaps all I can do is to wait for it to pass. Will I know when it’s over? I don’t know. Here are two poems written in honor of [...]
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Veni, vidi, vici! for my students, Fall 2011 by Danuta Hinc When my students were in the preliminary stages, meaning, “familiarizing themselves” with Assignment #5 (writing instructions for experts and non-experts), one of my students from the A. James Clark School of Engineering, questioned the requirements of that assignment. “Professor Hinc,” he asked in his [...]
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Posted in Family, Meditations on life on Oct 3rd, 2011
John 14:1-4 “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again [...]
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I called my dad today, as I do every day, and he picked up the phone but for the first time said nothing but one word, yes? I started talking about the weather and the colors of the forest around our house. Everything is turning red and yellow, I said. It rained last night, I [...]
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Posted in Authors, Baltimore Book Festival, Books, events, Israel, Meditations on life, My short stories, Palestine, terrorism, To Kill the Other, Writing on Sep 22nd, 2011
It’s a rainy Saturday morning. I am drinking my coffee, looking out the window (as I always do) and thinking about my book reading that will take place tomorrow. How can I possibly talk about the years of working on this novel? What is the most important message I can convey to my audience? I [...]
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This is my favorite picture of my parents. I like the way my mom looks on this picture; she reminds me of a movie star from the 30s. But I especially like the way my father looks because the corners of his mouth are turned upward. When I look at the picture I feel like [...]
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During my last visit to Poland, two weeks ago, my dad’s neighbors and I were sitting across the table when I said that God didn’t think through old age and dying very well. “I think he should have considered working longer than six days on his creation. Perhaps the result would be better,” I said [...]
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It is 5:20 a.m. someday in the middle of summer when I am seven or eight; my sister is three years younger. My sister and I are sitting in the kitchen, in our night gowns, on stools placed in the middle of the floor and facing the door. We are wide awake but we don’t [...]
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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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If I ever go to heaven, I will ask to meet Adam and I will tell him that I personally ate too much shit in life because of him and his wife eating the damn apple These words were spoken by Khaled Tantawi, a pharmacy student in Ain Shams University in Cairo, Egypt. I have [...]
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