Once upon a time, a young family moved to Brooklyn, New York. It was meant to be temporary, just for a year. A school year. A quick detour in the grand plan of life. They had come from Staten Island, uprooting their son from the only school he had ever known and dropping him into…… Continue reading The Weathermen
The Parsley Principle
The Parsley Principle applies when there’s no real need to buy anything. The only “need” is to escape the house. Enter the parsley. “Woman, I’m going to get some parsley!” my father’s voice would boom as he stepped out the door. Or, “Fah, what do I have to buy today?” he’d shout from the hallway,…… Continue reading The Parsley Principle
The day when I got lost in Wild West Mercantile store…
… and I played with hats. And filters. No filter Noir Vintage Instant Sepia Sepia
My Fathers “Bomb”
The so-called “bomb” is, in fact, a spherical outdoor wooden stove-slash-grill, a reasonably priced cast-iron contraption my father bought from Walmart. Hence its enduring nickname: Grandpa’s Bomb. Over the years, many movers have raised eyebrows when we assured them, “Don’t worry about the bomb. We know how to dismantle it. We’ll put it in a…… Continue reading My Fathers “Bomb”
Total Wine & More Therapy
A Quiet Toast to the Son We Will Always Carry Another Mother’s Day Without Cosmin … I knew the level of sadness would be off the charts, so I tried to make it a little better, just a little, by buying some of my wife’s favorite beers. I know that drinking isn’t a solution, but…… Continue reading Total Wine & More Therapy
Chaos, Candidates, and Cleavage: Notes from the Diaspora
As Romanians around the world cast their votes in a presidential election that feels more like political improv, this Arizona-based expat reflects on televised debates, family drama, and the unexpected power of agreeing on something, anything, in the age of outrage.
De ce nu voi intra niciodată în politică (și de ce e mai bine așa)
Acum vreo patru-cinci ani, un prieten mi-a zis, oarecum ciupit, cu un aer de mare vizionar:”Dacă intri vreodată în politică, jur că te votez.” Cred că făcea mișto de mine, dar eram și eu tot semi-beat și el tocmai trecea printr-o perioadă în care mă iubea, și îl iubeam și eu. (Au mai fost și…… Continue reading De ce nu voi intra niciodată în politică (și de ce e mai bine așa)
Why Politics Isn’t for Me: A Comedic Reflection
Four or five years ago, a friend of mine told me something along the lines of, “If you ever get into politics, I’d vote for you.” We were both mildly toasted. He was in one of those life chapters where he loved me. (In others, he hated me. I’ve never been entirely sure whether it…… Continue reading Why Politics Isn’t for Me: A Comedic Reflection
Covid – Episode 4
My Covid #4 (April 2025) was like my Covid #2 (2022): sniffles, surprise positive, tested only because she insisted. My wife’s Covid #2 (April 2025) was like my Covid #3 (August 2023): brutal, absolutely wrecking us, with after-effects dragging on for weeks after testing negative. Her mom’s Covid #1 (April 2025) was like my Covid #3 (and…… Continue reading Covid – Episode 4
Un weekend foarte special
Weekendul meu a început joi dis de dimineață, cu o plimbare în mahala, când băieții mei cei dragi au tras de mine atât de rău încât am căzut în față și în cap. Mi-am stricat ochelarii și m-am umplut de zgârieturi și de bube. Povestea pe larg, aici, în engleză însă. Joi – Ziua 0,…… Continue reading Un weekend foarte special
Physics Of A Bungee Leash
A. The Happening Picture this: a 220-pound man, two 90-pound dogs, and two deceptively innocent 4-foot bungee leashes (stretching to 6 feet under duress). The exact spring mechanisms are unknown and erratic, but trust me, they don’t stretch without a fight. It was a peaceful early morning stroll through a “clean” neighborhood, meaning no rogue…… Continue reading Physics Of A Bungee Leash
T.G.H. Magazine #1
As some of you may know (or not), I wrote and self-printed a very personal, intimate travel magazine. Though, to be fair, calling it “travel” is a bit of a stretch. I tried distributing the PDF file, but it was too large, so it just didn’t work out. And since not everyone was comfortable using…… Continue reading T.G.H. Magazine #1
So Much for a Quiet Evening
Tonight, I was rushed out on an urgent mission for some very specific ladies’ care items. “And nothing else, Stefan, don’t come home with half of the store”. On my way to the checkout, I grabbed a bottle of ice-cold sparkling wine. And, this time, nothing else. With just those two items in my cart,…… Continue reading So Much for a Quiet Evening
Déjà Written: Reflections
Being the considerate, polite, and well-educated guy that I am, I thought about translating the short piece on Barley and Speed Drinking Wine (which some people actually found funny), for my American friends and for my Romanian friends who just want to sharpen their English (or to sharply correct me). But as I flexed my…… Continue reading Déjà Written: Reflections
De la arpacaș la Busuioacă
Sâmbăta noastră a început de vineri, când mi s-a spus că “Ce-ar fi sa facem mâine o colivă pentru Pomenirea Morților”? Dar nu mai aveam arpacaș, nuci, lămâi, bomboane. Ba nu, bomboane aveam, dar tot am mai cumpărat, pentru că nu am văzut mesajul la timp. Fiind încă începător în ale mariajului, chiar și după…… Continue reading De la arpacaș la Busuioacă
Multicultural Aspects Of Work Avoidance
Took me only twenty-five years in corporate America to finally make some of my colleagues understand the difference between an American Out of Office and a European one. Americans on vacation are basically just working from a sunnier location – “Call me anytime if you need me!” – while their European counterparts slap on an…… Continue reading Multicultural Aspects Of Work Avoidance
Chicken Run
Last evening, as I returned from my errands, I stumbled upon a full-blown commotion on my street. Two rugged men, armed with brooms and wearing work gloves, were in hot pursuit of a white chicken. It was dusk, the worst time for a chicken, since they don’t see well in low light, and the poor…… Continue reading Chicken Run
Snapshots
One There was a French guy from Vendée selling his baguettes and pastries – the best of the best, not only at the Farmer’s Market, but also in the Valley of the Sun. The line was so long that he was asked to move his booth near one of the exits so it could extend…… Continue reading Snapshots
Lost in translation III
Since before the New Year, I’ve been hearing about January Dry. Or Dry January. Or something like that. I didn’t pay much attention until January 7th approached: Saint John’s Day (Sfântul Ioan), a very important religious observation and celebration in Romania. So important, in fact, that Romanians typically are encouraged to take time off work…… Continue reading Lost in translation III
A Failed Christmas Facebook Experiment…
… and other considerations What’s a Grieving Parent to Do During the Holidays? With the holidays closing in, I pulled out my old Christmas uniform, a plaid Henley and a Santa hat. Remarkably, they still fit, though my spirit felt two sizes too small. Dressed for the occasion, I made my daily trip to visit…… Continue reading A Failed Christmas Facebook Experiment…
Nea Fane - Un Biet Român Pripășit în America / A Hapless Romanian Stuck in The US 