In my Daughter’s Room…

Evening quiet, closing the day – this was our family daily ritual. The gentle blending of two worlds – the hustle and bustle of the day, and the dormancy of the night, light and dusk, tasting life and dreaming, dreaming…

Evening quiet, closing the day – this was our family daily ritual. The gentle blending of two worlds – the hustle and bustle of the day, and the dormancy of the night, light and dusk, tasting life and dreaming, dreaming…

This is one of the few golden rules of my parenting. A rule that monitors the daily, most ordinary (seemingly – completely unimportant) choices. – “Mom, can I make a house of pillows and a blanket on the living room?”–…

There is something special about those evening minutes floating slowly – thoughtful, lazy… A special time of reflection and deep immersion in life. The search for meaning, the purpose of existence, most often takes place just at the twilight of…

When they come into the world, they can capture our whole heart – completely unaware of it. And nothing is the same anymore. And it will never be. The union of two souls that lasts. Blessed parental instinct! Inexplicable, appearing…

Being an art mom is often an extremely busy time. Very much so. Running constantly – to not be late, to make it, to arrive on time. When we enrolled our oldest son in ballet school, a daily race against…