Author: romanagiulia

The time has come. I need to put these words down. I need to write about you because if I don’t, I will continue to tell your story, our story, over and over and not be done with it. Not that I need to be done, but you know, I need to say goodbye because…

My mom used to call me a steamroller when I was little. I used to crawl to her bedroom, climb in bed with her and then roll over her. Like a steamroller. Somehow, this physical quality has transmuted into an uncanny ability to stick my foot in my mouth. I’m now known as someone who…

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We were supposed to be in the office that day. Students were just beginning and as coaches/consultants we couldn’t really go in to schools. It was a glorious morning and I was running late. Too late to take the 1 train and make it to 116th by 9. So I walked to 23rd street and…

I twittered the following thought and realised that perhaps it might be too cryptic and I need to elaborate on it: it’s no longer about having more, getting more; it’s about changing the original “program.” Innovation, yes; innovation to sell more? No The it’s here is referred to the American Dream. I speak often to my students about this,…

What a treat it was to listen to Clay Enos give his talk on the portraiture of Watchmen. I’ve admired this man’s work for quite some time; but to be able to listen to him talk about his work and the work he did as stills photographer on the film Watchmen, was close to inspirational…

He sat proudly looking almost regal on that dingy grayish subway car seat. The color range of his clothes went from charcoal gray to black; even the trim of his shearling coat was part of that color scheme, as was the well-groomed moustache. He had an air of somber thought, an elegant prince among the…

“Gazing up at the stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.” -Albert Camus (1913-1960)  

Practicing more compassion in our lives is the theme of this month’s meditation. I had thought about dedicating it to impermanence, once again, given the recent disappearance of my February posts. I decided, however, to dedicate it to compassion. Compassion is most commonly defined as a deep awareness of and sympathy for another’s suffering. Why…

What do you do when you desperately want to blog and yet have no idea where to begin, what to share, how to wander through the meanders of thoughts rumbling about your head? Every evening I go to sleep with the renewed hope that the nigh will bring some major revelation; each morning I wake…