Author: Tatiana Michalou

The Postcard That Smelled Like Home

Some postcards are beautiful.. Others become mirrors.. This one has always been both for me.. I don’t remember the first

The Game Wasn’t About Breaking Ice

The other day, I opened a small online game.. Nothing serious, just the kind of game people play when their brain

Fridays Belong to Trash Food

In my family, we are very disciplined during the week.. Meals appear at roughly the same hours, as if summoned by

Some Mornings Arrive as Hearts

This morning, I walked down to a small beach near my home.. The sea was still wearing that quiet blue it

A Small Return

Before I begin today’s piece, I feel I owe you a small explanation.. The blog has been quieter than usual

The Moon That Is Never Whole

Sometimes our light appears precisely through the pieces that are missing. Dear stranger, I found this picture somewhere online the

Writing in a Mess

When the Desk Isn’t Ready, But I Am There is a moment, almost every day, when I open my laptop,

When You’re In on the Joke

And you smile anyway. Rose was never naïve. She always knew when something was funny.More importantly, she knew when she

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