why i’m moving to Budapest

I In a few weeks, I will be packing two suitcases, boarding a plane, and moving to Budapest. Here's why: I want to be able to speak to my grandfather. He's 92 years old, and I've never learned enough Hungarian to hold a real conversation with him. So, I'll be enrolled in a one-year intensive …

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rambling from my journal in hungary: les jours tristes/szomorú nap/smutne dni

Art museums are some of my favorite places. I like staring at pieces of art that tell a story about a certain time and place in history, and I like filling in the blanks with my own ideas. In Kansas City, I'm always within twenty minutes of  the Nelson-Atkins. That museum's gallery of American paintings is something …

thoughts on the seventy-fifth anniversary of the invasion of poland

September 1, 1939: Seventy-five years ago today, when my grandparents were twelve years old, Adolf Hitler invaded their country. My grandparents lived in a village near Lwow in the eastern part of Poland.  Dziadziu (my grandpa) had been in love with Babcia (my grandma) since kindergarden, and, according to stories from my mother, his preferred courting …