The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on vacation, visiting her mom, and is determined to savour every moment of the glorified weather conditions. She has left still frigid temperatures back home. The bell tower announces …
Tag: Writing
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “E”
THE LETTER "E" Encircled by an ocean of green, our house emerges from the treetops, ephemeral and effortlessly floating above the forested valley. Encompassing us are layers of hills backed by densely wooded mountains, followed by menacing craggy rock, ending in majestic snowy peaks. The exquisite beauty of the Julian Pre-Alps. For now, we enjoy …
A very special bond
Thomas Wolfe and Margaret Roberts Learning about the writer and the man While in North Carolina, I visited Asheville and the home (now a memorial and historic museum) of the American novelist, Thomas Clayton Wolfe. With its yellow facade, gables and porch lined with rocking chairs, the Queen Anne style structure seemed out of place …
Go your own way
Let what is meaningful to you, be your guide We scribble in our journals, paint, sketch, write poetry and music, we sculpt and craft and build. This intriguing artistic endeavor to articulate abstract thoughts, ideas and feelings via a creative outlet. So exhilarating, liberating, magical! But, it can become poisoned by the very creator who …
Has fake became fashionable?
Let’s face it, with influencers influencing, amazon suggesting, advertisements proposing, algorithms deciding, instruments calculating and general data nudging us in a specific direction, there really isn’t much left for our little grey cells to do; if we don't remain alert. Inundated, as never before, by inordinate amounts of information all day long, one of the …
The little boat that could
When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet old country town suspended, uncertainly, between past and present. My mom's childhood home faced onto a gravel courtyard full of bikes and cats, kerchiefed grandmas shelling …
The Unputdownables
The satisfying crack from the binding of a brand new book. The slightly beaten up well thumbed copy that awaits. Is there anything better than hunkering down with a good book? The ritual sniff of the printed page, the almost palpable anticipation prior to reading that first sentence...and then you're off. Across all genres there …
Meet you in Paris
I awake to a drizzly grey morning in Paris. It is the type of gloomy weather day that only European cities manage to pull off. From the tiny guest bedroom on the second floor, my window overlooks a charming internal courtyard that could easily be a vignette from 1940. My friend’s flat, interestingly, occupies parts …
Manu writes 