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Polish Sausage Sandwiches Deserve to be Passed Down

“Oh my God. What is that smell?” “Eww! Where is it coming from?” “I’m gonna barf!” “Um, yeah, um, gross………um, yuck…….that’s so, um….ewww.” I tried my best to join in on the running commentary regarding the foul smell filling up my 3rd grade classroom a. Because it really did smell. b. Because the smell was [...]

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The Other Version of Me

I was four when my family left Poland, though it was more “sneaking out in the middle of the night” than “casually crossing the border.” It was two weeks before Martial Law was imposed, and sensing that the political and economic climate was continuing to plummet, my folks made the heart wrenching decision to leave [...]

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