A favorite recipe for a household staple that packs well, nourishes on the go, and so far seems to be a hit with everyone.
Flowers are my favorite gift, a great subject to photograph, and always more than the sum of the stems making up an arrangement.
An internal strategic process brings together the professional and the personal, leading to clarity and long-sought answers.
The famous three things to consider when making decisions about real estate are just as important to online property.
In this essay I turn my analytical tools toward the phrases I sometimes record upon waking from my language-driven dreams.
Photos of boys of a certain age enjoying their winter break. Also, a glimpse into the origin of the phrase in the title.
As one year ends and another one begins, the sky explodes. Here’s what I caught on camera in the second minute of 2018.
A handful of photos documenting December wonders plus a brief confession about my experience of this year’s holiday season.
The brisk air, the fading light, rust-hued leaves rustling and decaying—I come back to all this with revelry every year.
Photos and thoughts summing up my impression of Portugal: a place less “southern” than expected and bracingly unostentatious.
Contrary to what I imagined, and definitely against most that I’ve been told, turning forty is not so monumental at all.
Have I finally found my ideal toolkit for capturing images with precision and ease? So far, things look promising.
Some inspiration from a glimpse of the Mokotów sky caught one half hour before sunset and minutes before a burst of rain.
Longer than anything I’ve written since college, this essay is about a summer cabin and a daughter’s memories of her father.
On ways that working has eased my recent suffering, or rather the completion of work, the proof of my capacity for it.
Reflections on my father’s funeral and one remarkable photo taken 11 years, 11 months, and 11 days before the day he would die.
A springtime feast for two that seems to break all the rules can still be a festive celebration of the holiday spirit.
It turns out that having lice is not as bad as it seems—and reminiscing about the experience can be downright delightful.
A cross-section of some vibrant cross-sections I shot in my kitchen to illustrate an upcoming food essay for Magazyn Wino.
It’s unclear who had the bigger job this time around: the one forced to do the writing or the one forced to do the forcing.
An update on essays published, about to be published, or about to be written, plus a few words on working with Magazyn Wino.
Foolproof instructions for making an amazing pot of steamed millet that boasts nutty toasted notes and a tooth-engaging chew.
Days before the year’s close, another dismantling was on display. Here is my words-and-images record of this remarkable event.
Filling yet light, this easy dish is both a fresh take on Polish holiday cooking and a case of warming all-purpose winter fare.
A selection of captions inspired by a photograph of the view from our kitchen windows on a snow-topped Warsaw day.
Reflections on a tradition we adopted in 2015, which lights up the dark winter mornings with a steady uptake of jolly cheer.
An inquiry into how writing about the same thing in different languages really does amount to writing about different things.
An open letter, pointedly unsent, urging everyone to minimize the amount of e-mail occupying inboxes, to-do-lists, and minds.
On the fifteenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, a sunset scene in Warsaw, Poland, is a symbolic comment on the tragedy.
Mushroom hunting is not a fringe discipline in Poland. It is a main event: trance-inducing, purposeful, and worthy of analysis.
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