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In the research related to the book I am working on right now, Europe Without a Name, among other things, I listen — how did we live before the Internet, again? — to Polish music of the 60s and 70s, and it takes me a long time before I can gain my composure and write. [...]

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Everyday is the same. I stare at a blank page and feel as if I have never written a sentence before. Nothing comes to my mind. I look out the window — the forest is still in the same place. I look at my neighbors deck and for some reason a past scene comes to my [...]

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“Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?” says Joshua Foer, a science writer, in his TED talk (posted below). How much are we willing to lose? Foer asks. If you want to live a memorable life, he [...]

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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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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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I am finishing a short story titled: “In the Forest of Angels.”  The story was inspired by real events and all the characters in the story are based on real people — my grandparents, my mother, and me. Here are two short excerpts:   Joseph knew, and could even remember this from before the war, [...]

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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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