- Lexington, Kentucky, USA
- November 10
- Freelance writer, I grew up in Krakow, Poland and have lived in the U.S. most of my life.
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- Remembering Jane Gentry Vance
October 10, 2014 06:15PM
- Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas
November 28, 2013 08:30AM
- Gravitating George
September 01, 2013 09:21PM
- Sheep Cheese, Salami and Cheap
August 27, 2013 03:35PM
- Prenniversary at Promontory
May 27, 2013 11:56PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Glad someone took it
under a microscope. In a way
we all do
things that make
November 03, 2013 09:10AM
- “So much truth in this
one. People count. Things we
us after a while.
October 14, 2013 03:25AM
- “profecy or depressy...
speaking from the
October 08, 2013 06:14PM
- “done.... with every
prescribed detail> Did you
September 12, 2013 10:39PM
- “Why I only found it now
? Thanks for a perfect trip.
so much, never got
September 05, 2013 03:16AM
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You got a Valentine card from your daughter Joanna. Valentines are like fleeting moments , true expressions of feelings, surprises in sweetness. You were moved by her thoughtfulness, proceeded to open the pink envelope, and fighting the emotions you read the inside out-loud. It said, “I love y… Read full post »
Liz Taylor’s heart has been treated for a congestive heart failure yesterday in Los Angeles. Somehow the news did not surprise me. I've worried about Cleopatra, and how she is faring these days when her Egypt has risen. Actually, Ptolemies were Macedonian Greek,” which makes C… Read full post »
Recently, I stumbled upon a free standing sentence in the Letters to the Editor of the Lexington Herald Leader. Something to the effect of: Let me tell you about immigrants, they have no affinity to anything American; they are just here for the money.
It slipped my mind at… Read full post »
Wisemen came to the Fayette County Detention Center: One was a lawyer , sleek-haired, computer sleeve under his arm, glasses perched on an arching nose. He brushed by the line-standers, cleared the security check and went straight in. Behind me in line a black woman with Latino features stood o… Read full post »
It is mind-boggling to experience four seasons in one week. Call it:
A. weather a’la carte,
B. that's a global warming?
C. end-of-the-year summary
D. plain anomaly
On Christmas Eve, Oscar (at his young age of 100) working his… Read full post »
Courtesy of Anna Rajca, who also quoted The Economist (11/25/10) for us: "For the first time in decades Poland is a player, not a playground."
Daniel’s family loves making a list. They make one and expect one in return. Always have done it this way, so you should have learned by now to go along. Instead, you defy it. What works well for them, leaves you cold ruining your sense of surprise. They are task masters. You… Read full post »
Right before Thanksgiving I made peace with Big Bear. In honor of our long-lasting friendship I decided to make a soup, and called it Pumpkin. I thought of inviting Bear if he were available, which I doubted, but you never stop trying. It keeps the wheel turn. In either case the… Read full post »
I wear this language that is not mine
Like I once wore that dress:
Baby blue batiste , light-weight
Hand-sewn by my good spinster aunt.
Embroidered neatly it hung on the wardrobe key
Waiting for me to grow into it.
Then it fit perfectly
For one moment when… Read full post »
In the stage production of “The Front Page” I saw last weekend, I was touched by Mollie Malloy, a $2 street walker. The working girl on the streets of Chicago 1920’s. She is a peroxided blonde in fishnet stockings, a red boa scarf wrapped around her neck over a strand of… Read full post »
Next to kingdom of brooms
Scented with ocean breeze,
Is the place where lone socks
Grow like cones on pine trees.
Some stay fit -- in good shape
Ready -- set to compete
Chasing in… Read full post »
Kara was on a treadmill walking against the wind in a freezing sleet, the most extreme virtual condition you can get under the roof, preparing to climb the highest point of the Continental Divide, treading on 35% incline at 5 mph in full gear, an oxygen bottle planted next to the camelback… Read full post »
Being late is a chronic disease I contracted never mind from whom, that I have been married to for twenty-some years. The relic kind of relation to be displayed at the Smithsonian’s soon. Not only that but it also makes me suffer severe pain of lateness everywhere I go.
Once we… Read full post »
I was sitting on the porch of a Bed and Breakfast in Welch, West Virginia looking at a glass castle, rocking on a high-back rocking chair, when I heard man’s voice,
“Is it hot enough for you?”
“I think it is,” I said.
I glanced over trying to… Read full post »
I drove on Main Street, downtown Lexington today by the Triangle Park, where a digital clock installed at the skywalk says 48. You can’t miss it unless you never look up driving, which you shouldn’t, but then you also miss out on the messages from the sky: a plane pulling a ban… Read full post »
My youngest is almost licensed, and I am on the brink of ecstatic despair. The last of the brood, driving herself and an innocent friend to school starting this August. (Speaking of which : Who came up with the idea of school starting in the thick of the summer?) Half of/… Read full post »
On Saturday after St. John’s Night on-town celebration everything got quiet on the farm. The cows were mooing in the distance. The broken faucet was dripping in the kitchen waiting for a Monday repairman. As did the dishwasher and the garage refrigerator. We had houseguests who in the… Read full post »
Sara has a love -hate relationship with horses. They are noble, beautiful, powerful animals. And they are her boyfriend’s greatest love. If she were to lament her fate more she would have to wish to become a horse, and this might be a stretch for Sara’s want or imagi… Read full post »
Sis comes all the way from Krakow to see her daughter graduate from Johns Hopkins University School of Advanced International Studies aka SAIS in Washington, D.C. Sis is a Polish Mother par excellance. Her house is on a flood watch being perched on a slant that turned into a mudslide as… Read full post »
My black-and-white cat Chanel brings a mouse every day and lays it with distinction on the doormat. I don’t care for mice that much, not even as a trophy presented to me. But I praise Chanel for her killer instincts. She is a stray, and a survivor. I respect that: pick/… Read full post »
I am all for open communication and my college-age son Bart tries hard calling me regularly. He calls on Monday, “Mom, hi, I am on my way to classes, sorry have to go, the bus is here, “
“I didn’t know you take the bus, I thought you were walking.”… Read full post »
“Dik?!” said Danka, squinting her ever-moving eyes. “Oh, there is nothing to talk about, nothing at all. Just look at your father. He is Dik – exactly -- and Dik was just as stubborn as your dad. Your mother is a saint, I/… Read full post »
I gave up blogging for Easter. Six weeks of dry ink. WIFI Lent. The truth being - the laptop lugged through the packed snow of Vail Valley and rainy streets of London turned into a stuborn mule of non-connection. My fasting, then, was not so much by design, as by default. But,… Read full post »
Father, they say, is always questionable. Mother is for certain. But father, who knows. That's why we assume his last name so as to keep his allegiance to the offspring.
Son of French peasant, Nicholas Chopin learned how to read and write thanks to his curiosity, diligence and self-discipline. It fav… Read full post »