My mother was a remarkable woman. A great entrepreneur, and an excellent wife to my father, who was a schoolteacher, she managed her own small business sourcing fruits and gave birth to eight children: four boys and four girls.
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A 74-year-old doll with a broken leg sits on the bed at my sister’s house. It was given to her by my mother. That doll is a real survivor, her tight-blond plastic curls impeccable and her embroidered dress, only slightly faded. The doll’s name is impossible for Americans to pronounce: Győngyi. Each phoneme of that… Read more »
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Every year around Mother’s Day, I find myself looking for films that portray most introspectively the concept of the mother. My all-time favourite is Soviet director Grigori Chukhrai’s Ballad of a Soldier (1959), an existential film about a mother’s love and yearning for his son, an adolescent Red Army soldier. Set during World War II,… Read more »
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