Growing up from sturdy Slovak and Ukrainian stock, blessed me with unusually big feet. As a child, I would go to my mother and cry, pointing at my big feet and big shoes and say " Why me ???" She offered a particularly candid and honest answer: because if God gave you little feet, youre so tall, you would tip over !!  At 9 years old , I had size 9 feet and was over 5 feet tall already.The worst was dating someone with feet smaller than you, and placing your shoes next to his . Then there was attending parties as a teen and young adult- where everyone took off their shoes and you distinctly saw that YOUR SHOES were by far the biggest of the lot . SHUSH.

How does one get over such an aversion to a cultural attribute ? By learning to embrace the beauty of your big feet. By loving them and being proud of them.  Writing this children's story has allowed me to celebrate my BIG FEET with the entire world.
I hope you will consider joining me, by sending in a picture of YOUR big feet and allowing them to have an honoured place on our wall of BIG FEET ...  We will post the best pictures. Ahoj !

I am the daughter of Slavic immigrant parents. My cultural heritage defines me as an artist and as a Human Being.
Both my parents ( Slovak and Ukrainian) had strong work ethics and were very disciplined in all they undertook. At the same time, they knew how to laugh , share off colour jokes with zest ! and socialize with friends and family. There is a time , growing up when one compares the life one was BORN INTO, with the life that one FORGES for oneself. At a certain point, there is a crossroads that defines you in the end. We must choose how we are going to handle living between 2 cultures, languages and sensibilities...