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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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Yesterday I attended the CityLit Festival in Baltimore, just 20 minutes north of my home. The festival celebrates the literary arts in Baltimore, and was held at the beautiful and historic Enoch Pratt Central Library. Getting to the event required a drive through a soaking spring rain, but it was worth it. As I explain in the […]

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Perhaps the very essence of human nature calls for naming things to make sense of the world. I imagine the first humans touching rocks, blades of grass, newborn babies, and the fur of animals they killed. And making sounds — the first sounds that named the things they were touching.  In my mind the sounds […]

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In a comment on the earlier post about my first public reading and book signing for To Kill the Other, Madga asked about the story of Marek’s mother’s death.  She asked if the story was based on real facts or if it was fictional. Here is my answer: Many years had passed after the shipyard workers uprising in […]

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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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Happy Birthday with Love, John Lennon

You might be surprised to learn that not everyone around the globe understood the words of Imagine the way they were intended when John Lennon sang them. And I myself had learned this truth in my twenties, after emigrating to the USA. Keep in mind that Poles, under communist rule, were not allowed to travel […]

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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 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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