Before we ever learn to speak, before we learn how to name home, safety, future, or love, and before language comes to organize experience into sentences and explanations, there is already something inside us that knows how to speak. It’s like my writing — somatic — it communicates through the body

My dad visited me in NYC- this is how it went My dad is 67 years old, and he has flown 3 times in his life. This was the first time he had traveled alone, and he was worried because he didn’t speak any language other than Hungarian. He was

It’s Saturday night, the first of the new year. Reality slowly replaces fireworks and Christmas lights; life is about to restart soon.  While most people are out numbing their senses tonight, I’m inside sharpening mine. I’m writing, planning, journaling, and reflecting, re-reading my journal entries from a year ago. I

I’ve had my share of far-from-ideal Christmases. Stranded in an airport during a storm, stuck mid-French railway strike, sleeping in the car on a misjudged cross-country road trip, but never — not once in the last 40 years — have I spent Christmas truly alone. This was the first time,

If 2025 were a drink, it would be a colonoscopy prep drink.I don’t remember where I first read this, but it resonated deeply—and inspired me to keep going. Please feel free to add your own definition of 2025. If 2025 were a meal, it would be a meatball from your mom at the

When I say that I teach Somatic Writing, I often see a brief hesitation on people’s faces, a half-second pause, followed by a familiar thought: “Writing? But I already know how to write.” For most of us, writing is a skill, something we learned in school, refined over time, and usually

Something very interesting is happening. During the process of grief, I realized that I’ve started writing poetry—something I had never done before. This is only the second poem of my life. What feels strange is that when I write prose, I think entirely in Hungarian, my mother language, and then

Forgot to share my November recap. November felt like the first chapter of a new book. I moved into a newly arranged home that feels almost too sweet — I fully furnished it, buying everything I had skipped before, knowing I wouldn’t stay long in the old place anyway. I

Take me away to a secret place — Make me remember. Make me want to stay. Also — make me forget. Let the noise fade. Lay me beneath the hush of ancient trees. Where time comes barefoot, and remains unnamed. Whisper to me — we don’t need words. Just the

This is my first Thanksgiving; it’s not a thing in Europe, where I came from, and to be completely honest with you, I didn’t know how to approach it. After a year like mine — a year of being hurt, escaping an abusive relationship, living in fear, healing from pain

Imagine this. You are 8,000 kilometers away from your family and friends, living an ocean and a continent apart from everyone who ever loved you. You moved because a dream called you louder than anything else — louder than fear, louder than logic, louder than you could ever resist. You

I adore this cover — even if it breaks my heart. It will always be my baby Ellise’s forever memory.💔 Thank you for making it possible for this book to be born at my dream publishing house, with people who cared for it as fiercely as I did. I wrote this

Good morning, Nora in New Yorkers. Today, I’m talking to those whose inner tempo outpaces the world’s bureaucracy. This morning, I caught myself in the 276389453748494th mid-sigh, but still, I did not melt my tension, my restless feeling of urgency that coils in my chest when my fire wants forward

Eight thousand kilometers from where I first learned to tie my shoes, where the smell of summer remained the same for years, where the sound of the kitchen signaled that life was still happening around me, now I’m in a city where my name doesn’t echo back with familiarity, in

I haven’t posted in a while. In broad strokes… I had some wildly important things to do. I said goodbye to Rusty. That last morning, I looked him in the eye and said: Don’t come anymore, if you can help it, because the new neighbours won’t be kind to you.

I recently attended a lab meeting. I submitted my last paper, a scenario analysis two weeks ago, and now I’m deciding on the topic to focus on for the next 10 months to a year. Of course, like usual, my mentor and I don’t see eye to eye, but I’m

In the land where no one is supposed to judge, where everything is accepted and possible, the land of freedom and possibilities, I met my very first Karen in seven months of living in the U.S. I was walking with my pup, Eliott, wandering among the golden autumn leaves, when a middle-aged

It’s been almost a month without my beloved dog, Ellise. She was my everything, my anchor, my joy, my reason to fight, to hope, the love of my life. Losing her has shattered me in ways I can hardly put into words. The grief is complicated by so many layers

Obsession is more valuable than talent. Talent can lead to overconfidence and carelessness, making you believe you can do anything without consequences. Obsession represents dedication and humility. It’s wanting it more than anyone else, more than everyone, at any cost, no matter what it takes. You may be talented, yes,

“Nobody can counsel and help you, nobody. There is only one way — go into yourself.Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if it