These Ukrainians are my friends, neighbors, fellows in this life who were just going to work, having meals with their families and friends, hugging their children. Who’s to say they are not us. They are.
I asked my husband to pick up my prescription (das Rezept) from the Apotheke (pharmacy/chemist) as he himself had to go to the doctor (das Ärtze) today. This is what he brought home. In other news, I am having an international baby, which has been preoccupying my time (along with a ton of work) asContinue reading “Lost in Translation…”