Letter to a Mother from Her Daughter

Dear Mother,

Pride has prevented us many times to enjoy moments that could have been extremely beautiful and happy. The wounds didn’t let us hug each other warmly, for each…

The Place where Youth is Frozen in Time

On a really hot July day, I started making phone calls to book a room in Cluj for my kiddo and me. I was to find out in much…

Letter to Myself

My dear friend,

I’ve known you since you were very little. I carried you with me everywhere. Permanently. I held you close even in my sleep. You are that part…

A Baggage Called Past (Part II)

Childhood. We are all born the same: sweet little babies, dependent on those around us, namely on our parents. We open our eyes and the first person almost all…

A Baggage Called Past (Part I)

Let’s take a trip together, a trip into your childhood.

Each one of us carries a “baggage”. My baggage might be larger or heavier than yours. Or perhaps yours is…