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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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When I look at this picture of myself with an apple I think of how history is remembered, preserved, and passed on to the next generations. I come to the conclusion that an accurate account of history doesn’t exist. History is not recorded as a continuum of things that happened. It is rather a knowledge […]

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When I think of the thread to burn the Qur’an and of the many divided voices in the media, I can’t help but to admit the strong clash I feel between what we call the liberties of this country with what I remember as the history of my family, of my country, of Europe. I […]

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I came to believe that the me inside of me is the same since my earliest memories can reach. I came to believe that time and experience have changed my flesh and matured my way of thinking but have had no impact on the core or the essence of what constitutes the me. And I […]

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I was three years, three months, and one week old on the day my baby sister, Aleksandra, was born. I didn’t know my mom was pregnant and I didn’t know I lived in Poland.  I didn’t know there was a world outside of my own and I didn’t know I had my own world. I […]

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Inspired by a conversation I had with a friend, I am reading a poem by Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish, and I am thinking about the appealing and yet strange concept of freedom. The question I see being asked and answered in the poem constitutes not what defines freedom but how it is achieved. The speaker […]

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