When I was seven years old, I moved from Gdańsk, Poland to Springfield, Massachusetts with my parents and older sister, and began school knowing only a handful of English words. Now, over three decades later, I consider English my primary language. In my writing, I love to explore that dark space between reality as it is and reality as we have constructed it for ourselves, especially as it relates to motherhood, feminism, and immigration.

I am obsessed with old stuff and the Oxford comma. When it’s warm, I search for broken pottery in the river behind my house, while on Tuesday nights, I sing my heart out at chamber choir rehearsal. Home for me is western Massachusetts, where I live with my husband and three sons on the ancestral lands of the Pocomtuc tribe.