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In December last year, I was going through some old pictures for two reasons. First, it was the time of the year when I reflect on the past. Second, I am working on a chapter of my fictionalized memoir, Angels in the Forest, in which I am ten, and I needed to look at pictures where […]

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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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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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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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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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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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