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When I was a child I used to stare quite often. This habit was considered annoying, impolite, and worrisome. Annoying, because it happened almost on daily basis. Impolite, because no one likes being monitored by another person, especially a child. Worrisome, because it was imposible to determine the source of the behavior. Was it desirable curiosity or […]

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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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  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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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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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 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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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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Inception: or dream up your life

I saw Inception last week, a film set in the architecture of a mind.  In the movie, Dom Cobb enters the dreams of powerful people to obtain and extract valuable information. The plot centers on Cobb’s biggest challenge: planting an idea in someone else’s mind, an act known as “inception.” The visual and conceptual worlds […]

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I have been rearranging and sorting things at my house for several weeks now and I have learned something new about myself. I am unable to let go of anything without giving it time and consideration.  Starting with the long silk skirt my late mother gave me twenty years ago, through pieces of rock, glass, […]

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