Memory of the day
„Memory of the day” is a series I started in 2011, which I am trying to revive now. Like many people, I believe that memories are the most valuable thing we have. I’m hoping I can spark your own memories using my own, bring you closer to your best moments, maybe make you smile a bit, or cry a bit, who knows. Enjoy!
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„Memory of the day” este o serie pe care am început-o în 2011 și pe care încerc s-o readuc la viață acum. Și eu, ca atâția alții, sunt de părere că amintirile sunt cel mai valoros lucru pe care îl avem. Sper să vă pot trezi propriile amintiri pornind de la ale mele, să vă readuc aproape momente dragi, să vă fac să zâmbiți sau poate chiar să vă ștergeți câte-o lacrimă. Spor la citit!
15/01/2018 About changing one’s mind
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] Sometime during what I think was our seventh year of primary school, a pretty, bright blonde girl in my class decided to suddenly change her mind about me. Mind you, she did that despite the fact we’d been in the same class for two years already and had been … Continue reading 15/01/2018 About changing one’s mind
15/01/2011 About memory littering
During the holiday between the 9th grade and the 10th grade, I spent part of the summer holidays in Rucăr with my friend, Simona. It might have been the best two weeks of summer in my whole teen life. Normally, I’d spend a lot of the days in the long summer holiday getting bored, lying … Continue reading 15/01/2011 About memory littering
16/01/2018 About grandma no.4
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] We’re in Cosmin’s grandmother’s tiny kitchen and we’re washing dishes. It’s the outer kitchen, not the good kitchen hidden further within the center of the house, holding the good dishes and the good sink connected to the boiler, the fridge and all the goodies set aside by grandma … Continue reading 16/01/2018 About grandma no.4
17/01/2018 About being an impostor and spring
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] High school was my prime poetry-writing time. I’d taken the habit from my father, himself quite the poet in his teen days, and, as I recall it, the recipient of my first poem: it was a classical four stanza poem written in crossed rhyme, called „Spring”, and I … Continue reading 17/01/2018 About being an impostor and spring
18/01/2018 About truth vs bullshit
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] My husband says, Honey, you could try to write happier, more positive things. People wanna read jolly stuff and find reasons to be optimistic. But dear, I say, that would not be the truth. I feel shitty. So my writing must be shitty, too. (Oh, wait…) I’ve always … Continue reading 18/01/2018 About truth vs bullshit
19/01/2018 About rain in Rucăr
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] As a kid, I spent my holidays with my grandparents in a pretty village called Rucăr, cradled between green hills somewhere close to the center of Romania. There were lots of places to explore and things to do. SO many options. Climbing on steep mountain paths or taking … Continue reading 19/01/2018 About rain in Rucăr
22/01/2017 About necessary grays
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] In my youth, one of the recurring reasons for conflict in my family was whether Romania was doing better after the revolution in 1989, that ended the communist regime in our country, or not. My parents and my mother’s parents were happy to be rid of the communists, … Continue reading 22/01/2017 About necessary grays
26/01/2018 About things and homes
[For Romanian, scroll down or click here] As a kid, I had many places where I felt at home. There was our apartment in Brașov, there were two sets of grandparents with welcoming homes in Bucharest and Pitești, there was the holiday house in Rucăr, that magic place among the green hills. I was also … Continue reading 26/01/2018 About things and homes
30/01/2018 About learning foreign languages
I’m sitting at a small kitchen table, in what I remember as a dimly lit, cozy kitchen, next to a boy my age called Radu. He’s kind of short and stubby – but as a matter of fact, so am I – he has a kind face and fluffy black curls. He’s shy. Shier than … Continue reading 30/01/2018 About learning foreign languages
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