Lessons from the Old Country — Wish I Were Here

A village in the Carpathian foothills of Southern Poland – June 2007 The mountain that towers over the villages of my maternal grandmother’s family is called Babia Góra. Witch Mountain. Wide, billowing skirts. A plump, round face obscured by murky wisps of cloud. She is a moody, unpredictable massif. “If it doesn’t rain this weekend, […]

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