Parno manřo
It hasn’t escaped my notice, you know. It’s not as though I’m oblivious to it. Nicknames have always brought it...
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Never Forget
I won’t. I won’t ever forget this weekend and what it meant to our people. When I was a child, my grandmother would never...
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Karačoňa recipes
It’s almost here! I’ve scrubbed and brushed and tidied. The tree is up. The greenery is in place. The forgiveness has been...
read moreOn Being: Romani
Being Romani is more than how my pots are arranged in the kitchen, like warring factions of iron separated for all...
read moreDakeri čhib
I’ve been thinking lately a lot about Rromanes and the speed at which, for many of us, the language is disappearing. As a small...
read moreRoma and Health
I have been reminded lately about the conflict many of us have in regards to our health. My grandparents would never see a doctor,...
read moreso paťiphenav – with for...
Sar shaj jivas, te na janas jekh avreske te odmukel? How could we live at all, if we didn’t learn to forgive each...
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According to the esteemed Dr. ...
All of my health problems are because my family are debase outcasts who married or slept with their cousins (and potentially brothers...
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This is the third post I’ve tried to write over the past couple of days. Illness has me unable to focus, but it’s more...
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About Me
Aven andre!
I’m a British Romani living in the US. I speak a broken mess of Servika and Lotfitka Romanes (with some Anglo-Romani).
Me som i Qristýna Květa Zavackova~ paľikerav pale ♥
