No standards for the freedom of heart
Living in a world full of standards, patterns and canons, being yourself and being happy in a different way might even sound crazy sometimes. But is it worth it being…
Living in a world full of standards, patterns and canons, being yourself and being happy in a different way might even sound crazy sometimes. But is it worth it being…
There’s a very precious memory from my childhood that always comes to my mind during this time of the year – the one of fruit and vegetable picking, in my…
When I was working as a journalist, I had written a story with an old woman, living all alone in an ancient mountain village. Many years passed ever since, but…
Special Stories officially turns 1 year old today. And for the last two weeks I kept on thinking how I should write this text, for our first anniversary together, I…
I’m definitely a people person. I love having good people around, hugging, holding hands, sharing. I love the feeling of being together. Cooking with love for my dearest. Doing things…
“Now we can make the eggs”. I’m a child and this is the phrase I expected the most. In my childhood, Easter eggs were painted naturally – boiled with onion…
Mirela, one of those special people I had written about, gave me a very good idea. “You have to write during these times, you have to write a lot”, she…
I’m 6 years old, it’s my last spring before going to school. I’m in the village of my grandparents, happy to stay there as much as I want – times…
Daddy run, ruuuuuun. I’m just few years old, Daddy took the old sleigh out of the attic and we are both running. Daddy wears a fur hat – the famous…
I don’t think there is a woman in the whole world who doesn’t have a story with red shoes. And I don’t know if mine is special, in any way.…