He grew up under the last remnants of Communism - red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa … Continue reading Him
marriage
To My Husband.
We met across the ocean. Under the shadow of a beautiful Bohemian cathedral, cobblestone streets, medieval architecture, and the best beer in the world - we fell in love. And it was the controversial type of love, as I was his teacher and he was a student in my conversation class. Upon completion of my … Continue reading To My Husband.
Raindrops & Rivers 