When I was thirteen, my father occasionally came to visit us for the weekend. There were a lot of things I assumed about his visits, back then. Like, for instance, the fact that he and my mother shared a bedroom only because there was no spare bedroom. They were, after all, separated. We lived in [...]
So, here I am on my last day in London, about to fly back to Krakow tomorrow evening. My daughter and I have been here for two weeks, instead of the one week I originally planned. The idea was to help her settle into her university Hall of Residence, before leaving her alone to the [...]
So here I am at my laptop once again, at the end of another week, writing yet another blog. Actually, I’m on an aeroplane right now, together with my daughter, on our way to England. Our final week has come to an end. Yesterday was our last day at home, and now, at 8.47 on [...]
Have you ever yearned to hold a moment forever? To sabotage the clock, not let this precious moment go, this moment you wish could last ad infinitum … or perhaps these lasts few weeks, last few days, knowing with an unbearable sadness that they are now preceded by the unwanted adjectives, last few? Until they [...]
Before I get to the horrible bit in this blog - I mean the bit on that dark lonely street in Birmingham - let’s start all nice and innocently, shall we? September: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, according to Keats. Children and teenagers back at school, summer almost over. Another year in the cycle [...]
So here I am, sitting in my living room, all nicely curled up on the cushioned window seat in our old Krakovian house. I’ve got my laptop on my lap (well, duh, as the Americans say - and right now I love all things American, as my previous blog clearly indicated), and my brain cells [...]
Hot summery nights and syrupy thoughts … eyes closed, bedroom window wide open, crickets chirping away outrageously, as outrageously as the rejuvenated summer fantasies of this secretly smiling blogger. But no, I am not going to divulge the top-secret contents of those summer fantasies. (I just blushed at the thought of one of them.) What, [...]
