Recent events all but shut me down. But there are things to write and things to do, so I went on a quest of mental housekeeping. By means of a hike in the Mátra mountains.
Happiest birthday to my lifelong travel companion!
The Pentecost has an amazing story about language and understanding.
Yesterday, in his Instagram story, my son* posted a picture about George Floyd. It’s a still image from a news flash about his murder. My son also added an expletive.
Venturing outside our city for the first time in ten weeks, we could go on a little hike with my mum and dad and their dog Walnut.
Lockdown has eased, and one of Budapest’s iconic places is open again. I’m carefully extending my range but I will also continue to home-office and physical-distance.
A game of time travel: look at a historic building, and invent a story that might have happened there. Fantasy elements are absolutely allowed.
I have a stunning view from my home office window. I can choose to see one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But these days I can’t help seeing countless homes—where any of them could be the scene to the suffering or death of a woman. And I won’t shut up about it.
This year’s Mothers’ Day left me with a bitter aftertaste… read to find out why and how.
Trying to figure out how to best help my kids learn stuff.