For better or for worse, life is uncertain. It allows me to dream, as much as fear, what comes next. So there’s no way to approach it. It is a space in which life happens.
Author Archives: mylittlehawk
Navigating Adulthood
All my childhood, with how I held myself, I always ran ahead of time. Then, at one moment, I stopped to catch my breath, and when I wanted to start again, life had already passed me by.
Coastline in Ruin
In a tragic instant, people lost everything. It’s hard to find words to grasp the immensity of this event. Seeing the beautiful green coast I grew up in reduced to ash is heartbreaking.
Devastating Fires in Croatia
With temperatures exceptionally high this year, what happened is a catastrophe. The scenes we were watching this morning are unfathomable.
Dinner with Bourdain
I’ve been reading Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential throughout the summer. So who I imagine joining me for a meal is none other than that eccentric cookie.
When All Goes Down in Flames
But to see not a single person stop by to make sure we’re okay was honestly so devastating and disappointing. That’s why Slovenia has my heart.
While I ate cake at a family gathering: Thoughts on family
I stood in the corner, a paper plate with a slice of cake in my lap. My eyes widened with confusion. Looking around me, I realized: I don’t know that many happy families.
Šolta Beach Escape: Croatia’s Best Islands
If you ever find yourself in Split, Croatia, in summertime, don’t skip the surrounding islands, like Šolta. It would be your most relaxing and refreshing vacation ever! Forget the phone, forget the stress, just hop on that ferry! Šolta is an island an hour away from Split, and it’s a perfect day trip.
Children’s Understanding of Grief
My godson caught me off guard with how he explained where his grandparents are. To him, it was just another version of the story. Maybe next time he’ll get with something else, until he’s old enough to understand. Children’s understanding of death and grief is the most heartbreaking oblivion there is.
Summer in Details: Fragments of Time
Sitting with the weight of a year passed, I bite into a peach, and as I trail the juice from my hand to my elbow, I try to ground myself. My hands are sticky, and I wipe them on my shirt, leaving a blotchy stain on my ribs.
