I’m a psychologist and a futurist, and I’m afraid
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 first. Every language on this […]
The cost of exile
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 also anxious about the transition, […]
NYE- from hopes and dreams to newly born b@tches
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 remember spending some days at […]
Christmas alone
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, and let me tell you […]
If this year were a drink, it would be a colonoscopy prep
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 Christmas table, disguised as falafel, […]
Somatic Writing- Everything you need to know
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 use to communicate with others. […]
It’s almost over, don’t look down
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 automatically translate it into English […]
Nothing special is the new special
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 got the essentials — a […]
Take me away
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 inflamed pulse of what’s never […]
Gratitude amidst the ruins of a life
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 that still echoes in my […]