You know, lately, I’ve been feeling a bit like an impostor. And a pretentious one at that. I mean, who am I to call myself a writer? Just because I’ve been writing since I was a kid, and just because my lifelong dream has been to write a book? Is that enough?

Ahhh, mothers-in-law - am I right?  

In the Polish language, jokes abound about these poor, unfortunate women. My brain is like a sieve when it comes to remembering jokes, but I do know at least one about mothers-in-law.