This winter has been a very difficult one for me. There were many times when I felt buried under layers of what life threw at me. When I looked at my life, I didn’t recognize it. It felt like I lost control of it and worse, I didn’t recognize myself. I no longer felt like the …
Writings
Giovanni
This is part of a series of stories from my book, Missed Opportunities - Journeys to My Ancestors. One morning, an older man with thick wavy white hair stood in front of me. He was from Greece and had a strong loving presence. I noticed that he had twinkly blue eyes and a wide barrel-shaped …
Dmytro
The church I attended as a child was called St. John the Baptist Ukrainian Greek Orthodox Church. It was just down the road from where I grew up, so we walked to church on Sundays. This is a story about my Grandfather, Dmytro Kicak, more affectionately known as Gigi. He and a neighbor, Maxim …