Category Archives: Writing

These are posts where I share myself as a writer.

Taken care of by a small child

As many adults I think small children must be taken care of. This is true and comes naturally to most of us. But it still comes as a surprise to me that our small, not long ago having been toddlers, children are able to take good care of us.

My sister has a kind of allergy or phobia against peach skin. She gets goose-bumps all over even while thinking of it. A bit more than twenty years ago, I watched my three-year old niece peeling the skin of a huge peach. I wondered what she was doing, because the fruit was washed and she didn’t mind eating it with the skin before. As soon as I asked her, she answered: “Mommy can’t eat the skin, so I am peeling it.” She was preparing the peach for her mother. My sister had no idea she was getting a peach. It was her daughter’s idea to do this.

About a month ago, I have put my son into a position to take care of me. It was done unintentionally, and I might have done this before, but this time I became aware of this and enjoyed immensely the lesson I learned.

I came back from a business trip. I had big difficulties to remain awake, already quite early in the evening, because of a Christmas party with colleagues the night before. My son wished me to bring him to bed. In contrast to me, he had difficulties to fall asleep, so I suggested to undo the studio couch in the room adjacent to his and to try to fall asleep there together. He agreed. But even then he turned from side to side, sat up and played with his toys. He was fully awake.

I wanted to slow him down and to make him relax. I asked for his hand. I hoped that holding hands would prevent him from moving too much. But unbeknownst to me I reversed our roles. Usually, he holds my husband’s or my hand when he falls asleep. Now I asked him for his hand. He was taken aback with this. He looked at me thoughtfully, then smiled and said: “You may have my hand, Mama.”

This is the last thing I remember before my husband came to wake me up and to bring Niklas to his bed. As I woke up, I saw Niklas sleeping beside me and holding my hand. He haven’t let it go.

The next morning, I thanked my son for taking care of me. He was extremely proud and talked for a while about this. He has demonstrated me how he closed his eyes, when he saw that I was asleep.

One of the interesting things I noticed: like many children, my son doesn’t like helping. But he loves taking responsibility and taking care of others. As long as he can decide and take control of the situation, he is willing to do what is asked of him. But his way. One of his favorite phrases currently is “you should”. I wonder where he has taken that from … 😉

Picture: my big boy shuffling snow two days ago. He was angry when my husband and our neighbor shuffled away the snow ‘mountain’ he has created. My son was of the opinion, that  the pile of snow standing in the middle of the yard wouldn’t disturb the cars coming out of the garages.

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Book Review: “The Buffalo Kid” by Réal Laplaine

This book was a complete surprise for me. It was not what I have expected from the short description. And it was not one of the genres I usually read. I always thought that science fiction was not quite for me. The Buffalo Kid made me curious to read more both of its author and of this genre.

But it would be not quite true to put this book onto the Science Fiction shelf only. I think it could well be put onto the shelves with books discussing social issues, politics, humanity, books about trust, forgiveness, prejudice, pride, compassion, friendship, and love. And of course mystery. There is quite a lot of it spiced with a generous portion of suspense.

The second half of the book was my favorite. The flow was natural and it kept me hooked. I finished the last quarter in one sitting.

This is what I liked about the book: the characters, the plot and the story. All characters, including the supposedly un-human one(s), have their challenges and grow through the story of the book. I loved all the settings and how one of them was hidden behind visible. (I won’t give out details here!)

The only critique points I have is that the beginning was a bit slow and there were four or more backstories revealed. And too many voices in the book (if I remember right: four first voices and all others in third). Although, I must say that I probably would have a difficulty to reduce to two as I initially thought would be best. At the end of the book I agreed that at least three were necessary: two first ones and a third voice for all the other characters. Or all just in first. For example, one of the characters was presented as first voice most of the time, but in one short chapter her thoughts and feelings were giving in the third voice. This was a bit confusing.

But there was one intriguing thing about so many voices in one book: I had to guess who this was. The backstories at the beginning were like introduction: Hi, I am …. And then you had to recognize who was talking. That was definitely fun. Thinking of this, I guess only first voices would make more sense.

So, all in all, five stars for the book. I would definitely recommend to read it to anyone who likes suspense, not too dark mystery, and a very intriguing science fiction, which I could even imagine to have taken place. You never know…

http://www.amazon.com/Buffalo-Kid-R%C3%A9al-Laplaine-ebook/dp/B005RRDJGS/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1389726811&sr=1-3&keywords=the+buffalo+kid

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What if I wrote about my father?

It is a very exciting day for me today! In the week of my father’s seventy-second birthday, I start a new category in my blog. I start writing about my books.

In my Facebook writer’s page, I have already shared the intention to base the first novel on my father’s story, the story of his childhood and youth.

Here is the “What if” question of my first novel:

What if a student, freshly out of an orphanage, sets out to find the family he lost as a toddler during the World War II, – part of which is referred as the Great Patriotic War in Soviet Union -, thinks to have reached his ultimate goal and finds himself rejected?

In a number of the future posts preceding and following the day it will be published, I will tell you about the reasons I am writing this novel, about its progress, about wonderful people who support me and help me along the way, anecdotes connected to various scenes and to the process of writing it, and much, much more. I am excited to share my experience during this wonderful adventure with you!

Picture: my father in some of the very first clothes, which fit him perfectly. Most of the clothes he owned after leaving the orphanage where too big. This picture was taken at his wedding with my mother.

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Upon the second look

Christmas holidays are packed with many impressions and events. And these events – meeting family and friends, going to Christmas market, going to cozy restaurants, cooking, going for a walk, to a playground, and many other – come with incredible density, that we often can only grant a first look on what we see and experience.

Photographs are the wonderful means not only to catch a memory but they also give us a possibility for a second look.

Here are some pictures of my holidays these year and my discoveries upon the second look.

A fir tree in front of a house: something caught my sight and made me to make this picture. And when the picture was made I noticed the harmony and how all three fit together: the house, the pattern on it and the tree had a sharp top, all pointing up and the contrast in colors making the bank in front of the house calling to take a seat and catch a breath and look around.

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Hot coffee is one of my favorite drinks. Noticing damp raising from a hot drink in a picture, of which I thought to be at first of bad quality, made me sigh with pleasure.

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The lights on the tree, above and under it, add a special magic to it. This Christmas tree is framed with light. I discovered this while looking at the picture. Upon the second look.

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The picture below was made by mistake on our way to a Christmas market. And now upon a second look I really like it. Many of the pavements we walk are very special and we fail to see them while trying to reach our goals. I am grateful to this “mistake”. It made me appreciate the way I took.

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The two pictures below attracted my first look, but looking at them together while writing this post made me realize that we humans are able to make wonderful things out of seemingly mundane things: cabinets with electrical equipment and walls can become eye catchers and smile bringers.

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Born in a forest

“Born in a forest, in a forest she grew,
in winter and summer beautiful and green she was.”
(Translated from a Russian children’s song about Christmas tree)

Somehow I cannot say “it” to a Christmas tree. When translating word by word, in Romanian and German it’s him and in Russian it’s her. And somehow “she” seems to suit a Christmas tree best. With all the glitter and decoration appearing as a magnificent dress.

We didn’t celebrate Christmas in Soviet Union. We had New Year’s Eve instead. And as for Christmas, there were certain mandatory attributes to these wonderful family gatherings: presents, tasty meal, and music. And a decorated fir tree with a figurines of Father Frost and his granddaughter Snegurochka underneath.

New Year’s parties at schools and kindergartens didn’t have angels. There were many snowflakes dancing happily around the festively decorated trees.

Over the years I attended many Christmas celebrations and learned various traditions about winter holidays and about Christmas trees. I learned that some decorate them on the day before Christmas, whereas in Soviet Union we decorated them somewhere in the beginning of December and kept them until the so-called Old New Year’s Eve, January thirtheen. Today, I have friends in Denmark, who are so much in love with her and Christmas tradition, that they decorate her in the beginning of November.

But whatever the tradition, whatever the song sung about her, for me she will always remain a symbol for warmth and love, a symbol for the best in a family.

For all my family members and  friends, old, good, new, just met, yet to meet, and your friends and families: Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Many Happy Moments witnessed by a glittering, magical beauty of a Christmas tree!

Picture 1: a two-year-old Santa Claus with braids in front of a Christmas tree he decorated last year with his father and me. The first he decorated in his life.

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Picture 2: my days as a snowflake.

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