It’s my last night in Rome, and I am back at the beginning. The feeling that at any moment my grief will suffocate me. I am having difficulty swallowing. The inside of my mouth feels as if it were on fire. She was alive. And then she wasn’t. What does that even mean? What doesContinue reading “How do you measure a life?”
A Very Easy Death
I have discovered a whole new world of memoirs written by women about grief. I’m reading Simone de Beauvoir’s short, intense, and harrowing memoir A Very Easy Death, where she recounts in vivid detail the few weeks from the moment her mother fell in the bathroom, breaking her hipbone, through her hospitalization and discovery ofContinue reading “A Very Easy Death”
Grief in Rome
Rome, I have come to feel you, like home. Your streets, now yet unfamiliar to my feet. The room in which I sit to write down my grief – a library of books in this, Italian language, a white spacious desk with stacked books in both corners to deliver comfort, a soft green easy chair.Continue reading “Grief in Rome”
Meanwhile, on the Train – short story
I am happy to share with you that “Meanwhile, on the Train,” a short story I wrote, has been published by the Creative Arts Journal Verity La. You can read the story at the following link: Meanwhile, on the Train. I would love to hear your thoughts after you read it. One reader wrote meContinue reading “Meanwhile, on the Train – short story”
the mind works in mysterious ways
The mind works in mysterious ways. Last week, I was thinking about how social media is enabling us to share our most fragile moments; specifically, I was thinking about how girls and women are increasingly sharing personal thoughts coping and living with mental health issues and PTSD, exposing their raw scars and their fragile souls.Continue reading “the mind works in mysterious ways”
Invitation to Weekend Creative Writing Journey
Today I’m writing you – excited – to invite you to embark on a journey of creative writing with me. So what’s this creative journey all about and what will you get out of it? As every writer, I often struggle with my writing. I find myself staring at a blank notebook or a blankContinue reading “Invitation to Weekend Creative Writing Journey”
an exercise in capturing memories
The Big City I am five years old. It’s summer. We live at the edge of Senec, a small town, only a half an hour drive from the big city of Bratislava. Senec is so small there is no public transportation inside the town. There is only one bus station; the bus takes adult peopleContinue reading “an exercise in capturing memories”
New Writing (experimental) I’ll be 50 in two years (tentative title)
A couple of nights ago, a 48 year old female character came to me on my night walk and demanded i write her story. I have two manuscripts I’m working on, both are about half-way (30,000 and 35,000 words), but when something completely new pops up in my mind, i cannot ignore it. So I’veContinue reading “New Writing (experimental) I’ll be 50 in two years (tentative title)”
Fat like a tent
I open my eyes. The room is flooded with white light. Must be late morning. I want to sleep more, but my bladder is on the verge of exploding. I walk to the bathroom barefooted and sit on the toilet. It seems as if I’m peeing a river. I don’t wash my hands after IContinue reading “Fat like a tent”
To be a woman in the public sphere.
I walk into a building, followed by two men in their forties. The three of us are standing, waiting for the elevator. One of the men is talking on the phone, not paying any attention to me. The other one: staring at me in a creepy way, not taking his eyes off my body. IContinue reading “To be a woman in the public sphere.”
Writing in the Margins 