Trying to explain to my Polish mother that my recent blog post – Presidential Election: “A Sad and Tragic Day for Our Nation” – has gone viral has been a bit challenging to say the least: “Mama, you know that post I wrote the day after the elections? The one about counting our blessings because…
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…
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…