This is a true story 
Perhaps
Yesterday was, by all accounts, another brilliantly hot summer day. The sun was shining. The cats were flopped on the balcony. The old lady across the street was watering her flowers. All was quiet in centru, the beautiful lull between when the students are gone and the Hungarian Days tourists have yet to arrive. The… Read More ›
Hoy Me Toca a Mi
I’m not going to lie – sometimes living in Romania gets me stressed out and occasionally depressed. Definitely. And sometimes when I’m dealing with the thousandth instance of idiocy after a long week, it makes me wonder why I live here. Today however I met with someone special. And we spent an hour sitting under… Read More ›
What is writing?
One day I found my old bicycle, hidden away in the garage where it had lain for many a year I rode it down to the canal and amidst the quiet waters and summer breeze I found a delicious spot to take a nap I was only half awake when I suddenly espied a gorgeously… Read More ›
