When I first came to Romania, I fell in love with a little kitten. He died only a month later from complications from worms, and I buried him in the forest here, in a country that was still almost entirely new to me. Around his little grave were some enormous snails, slowly moving across the moss. The image stayed with me and I later read about the symbolism of snails, who embody their homes. Over the past year, as my relationship with the idea of home has become much more co

In much of our modern spiritual and seasonal language, winter is described almost exclusively as a time of rest, reflection, and inward turning. That framing is not wrong, but it is incomplete. It gives us a winter softened by distance from many of the conditions that once made the season dangerous: cold homes, uncertain food stores, inaccessible roads, sick animals, failing bodies, and the knowledge that what had been gathered during the abundant months now had to last. For

One of the quieter dangers in periods of intense division is not disagreement itself, but the erosion of the common ground beneath it. People have always disagreed about politics, morality, religion, justice, and the distribution of power. Some of those disagreements are profound and cannot be reconciled by simply meeting in the middle. But societies become particularly vulnerable when disagreement begins to determine who is still entitled to dignity, relationship, or belongi

Every holiday table rests on labor that begins long before anyone sits down to eat. Someone decides what will be served, remembers what everyone likes, works around allergies and preferences, makes the list, shops for ingredients, checks what is already in the cupboard, calculates when everything needs to go into the oven, and notices the thing everyone else has forgotten. Then come the more visible tasks: chopping, kneading, stirring, lifting, tasting, setting the table, was

For a long time, I accepted the New Year the way most of us are taught to: a clean line between what was and what might be, a moment of collective pause followed almost immediately by the expectation of renewal. We count down together, turn the calendar, and wake the next morning in a year that has somehow been declared new. I have always liked the ritual more than I believed the story behind it. There is something lovely about gathering with friends at a threshold, raising a

For most of human history, eating together was not merely symbolic. It was practical. Anthropologists use the term commensality to describe the practice of eating together, but communities did not need a word for the material relationships surrounding a meal. Food had to be grown, gathered, hunted, stored, preserved, prepared, and distributed, and very few people could accomplish all of that entirely alone. Harvests failed. Winters came. Animals had to be slaughtered and pres

Immigration is often framed as a decisive break, the before and the after, but that framing hasn't matched my lived reality. What I have experienced instead is a long, unsettled middle. An experience where one foot remains planted in what I lost (or still attempting to untangle from), while the other figures out how to step into a life that is still forming. This in-between space is not dramatic or cinematic. It is quiet, demanding, and persistent. It follows me through ordin

People often ask why I chose Romania, and I always have trouble giving a short answer because there wasn’t one reason. It was the result of a lot of research into what actually makes a country livable: safety, political stability, cost of living, healthcare, immigration, infrastructure, and the realities of daily life. But I was also looking for somewhere I could imagine genuinely enjoying my life. I cared about landscape, seasons, history, culture, community, and whether I t

When autumn arrives in Transylvania, the air grows sharp and metallic, and the forests shed their color until the bones of the mountains begin to show through. Smoke rises from the first hearth fires, curling above tiled roofs and lingering in the cold. The villages seem to draw inward. Gardens empty, wood is stacked, evenings come earlier, and the mountains that felt green and generous in summer become darker around their edges. I came to this season carrying Halloween with

When you relocate, you don’t just pack boxes. You carry your body, your routines, and the steady forms of care that allow you to function well. Medication, medical appointments, therapy, glasses, prescriptions, and the doctor who already knows your history may not seem as visible as furniture or heirlooms, but losing access to them can make an already disorienting move considerably harder. Healthcare is therefore something worth planning before you leave, particularly if you

Drawn to the glow, fragile wings beat against a light that could both warm and burn. She does not question, only moves toward what calls her, trusting the shimmer in the dark. The moth reminds us that longing is not weakness to hunger for beauty, to follow a glimmer of hope, even when the path is uncertain, is its own kind of courage. For in her small persistence she teaches that desire is the spark of survival, and that even the most delicate wings can carry us through the n