My name is Rosemary

“This is my room!” Rosemary thought. She couldn’t remember how she got there, or anything else about her life before being in it. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. The wind… Continue reading

Sara

Sara stared intently at the white sheet and rested the tip of the pen on the top right corner of the paper, hesitating. She didn’t know how to start the letter to her mother who had rigorous standards for the quality of writing: a brilliant psychiatry professor, she tended to run everything she read through… Continue reading

Generations – Chapter 8 – Of love and parenting

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Sarah kept grinning a smile of pure joy at the return of the prodigal um, delighting over the fresh image of it peacefully snoozing in its bed. As she poured the coffee in her poppy colored cup she remembered the little lights at the center of Sys’s palms. “What on earth was that?” she wondered…. Continue reading

Of art, expression and feelings

“What are you doing?!” Jacob’s mother’s voice thundered from behind, startling him. Jacob looked puzzled at his mother and wondered what was her problem. He had been hard at work painting a watercolor crayon masterpiece on his bedroom wall and he was very happy with the results. His little tongue stuck out through the front teeth… Continue reading

Flying castle

“What are you doing, Jenny?” “Nothing, mommy”, the little freckled face replied, fumbling quickly to shove a wobbly paper craft under the bed. She had been working on it all morning and she didn’t want to show it until it was finished. Mommy couldn’t help her curiosity and cast a lingering glance in the general… Continue reading