Hello from my blue dress, blue eyes, and the beach in Positano. It’s almost a starry night. So let’s talk about blue. A very special shade of blue. Blue mirrors, blue oranges, the bluish eyes of flame, blue moonlight on my skin, my prince of blue, I want...
inside the candle summer is waitinga cold placetoo coldobjects cannot anymore tremblelike handsfrozen, cannot shatterbecause they’re still waitingand i wished i could reach youand i wished you could kiss mesomewhere inside the wax where history isn’t...
low tides and little rain, the canals are quietand warmer, in their knowing, i call your name, you, you you for whom i loud in soul and heart despite the cloudstrying to conjure the thunderheads solid blues, slow vinyl records,i remembered that for you i left the back...
Spring is here, and I think of chai. In my native language Bulgarian, the word for tea is чай, pronounced chai. So I’ve always loved drinking tea since I was a little girl, so when I say chai, I don’t mean the spicy Indian chai, I mean tea as is – no...
I was recently asked a question by a dear reader, and thought that today we can unfold the situation together as it may apply to many people and be of benefit. Dear Lubomira, My son has been having a hard time lately and I am constantly getting calls from his teacher...
