Right up until Thanksgiving Day, I didn’t think about the impending holiday. Then Thursday arrived and it hit me; a lump in my throat; homesickness. I was relieved. I hope I always miss home on Thanksgiving. That evening I attended… Read More ›
slovak traditions
A Weekend for Pig Killing
A few weeks ago, we ate at one of our regular neighborhood restaurants. The manager is always solicitous, ensuring we understand the non translated list of specials. On this particular Saturday, all related to the tradition of a Slovak pig… Read More ›
“Meet me at Korzo”: A Slovak Tradition
My parents met at a grange hall dance. I’ve heard the story a hundred times. It was March 13th, a Friday night. Whenever a Friday the 13th rolled around, my mother reminded me once more what a lucky day it… Read More ›
The World In Between 