Silence and Neon Lights

If I had any serious literary talent I’d probably be able to write a short novel about what it feels like to return to my home town, luckily for you though, I do not, so this little piece is the closest I’ll get to articulating what it’s like to be back on home turf after…

Easter in the Making

I usually had two Easters growing up (one Orthodox, one Protestant, one Romanian, one Hungarian) and I never really discriminated between the two, since they meant twice the excitement of Easter eggs.  It also took some pressure off Easter- if it wasn’t pitch perfect the first time around, there was always the second try.  …