It’s Still Potty Time

(please read Part 1: It’s Potty Time before reading this) While Anyu and I sat down for dinner, Nagymama walked out of the bathroom, holding an orange McDonald’s Jack-o-Lantern Happy Meal bucket. It also happened to be the bucket they placed underneath my little potty to, uh, “catch everything”. “There’s nothing in the pail today,” […]

It’s Potty Time

I vividly remember potty training. This probably means that I used the “little potty” way too long. WARNING WARNING WARNING: TMI(TOO MUCH INFORMATION). THIS IS POSSIBLY THE MOST HORRIFYING STORY THAT YOU WILL EVER READ! Nagymama always told me not to go near the “Big Potty” because she was afraid that I would somehow fall […]

Why So Quiet?

In case anyone was wondering why I have been so quiet with the entries, it’s been because: 1.) I have been making a music video about meat (funny as check, but NOT safe for children/work environment). 2.) We are starting fundraising for our next short film, GPS. 3.) We are finding investors and producers for […]


I never had a chance to meet my Nagypapa (Grandfather), which is probably why I have such a fascination with crotchety old men. Old men are just so funny with their high socks, ugly plaid pants, randomly dispersed ear and/or nose hair, and their general distaste for the world. It’s like no matter how hot […]

Ice Cream Dreams

I had a dream about Nagymama last night. My aunt, Nagymama, and I were driving up Stelton Road, which is the main street that bisects my old town in New Jersey. My aunt was driving her white 1989 Volkswagen Rabbit, a leaky clunker with red fabric on the roof interior that always drooped down over […]

The Guilt

My cousin Liz and I went for a walk one day to the local playground with her two small children, Attila and Kris. “So, how is the art stuff going?” she asked, as she simultaneously pushed a stroller, filled a sippy cup, and adjusted Attila’s hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. I […]

Whipped Cream Sundae

The other day, my boyfriend’s roommate brought over “Sundae-Making-Supplies”: whipped cream, cherries, sprinkles, and some peanut butter cup ice cream. As you all know, I freaking hate peanut butter, especially peanut butter cups. Still, I can never turn down an opportunity to snack on sweetness, so I filled a small wine glass with whipped cream […]

The Kindness of Strangers

The Annual New Jersey Hungarian Festival occurs the furst weekend of June in New Brunswick. As much as I am looking forward to having a little bit of fresh lángos with powdered sugar, I always get worried when I take my family to public events. I already mentioned the whole ordeal concerning “The Secret Language” […]