Author: romanagiulia

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 unites us all as human beings is an urge for happiness, which at heart is a yearning for union, for overcoming our feelings of separateness. We want to feel our identity with something larger than our small selves. We long to be one with our own lives and with each other. If we look…

This blog will be on hiatus until the first week in February. Thank you for your patience. 

Light a candle. Say a prayer. Do some yoga. Chant. Read a poem. Give to charity. Sing out loud. Help a friend. Offer advice without ulterior motives. Give of yourself. Do one act of random kindness. We should do this every day, but especially today in honor of those who passed seven years ago. Namaste.

“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.” -Herman Melville 

“Don’t ever promise more than you can deliver, but always deliver more than you promise.” -Lou Holtz, 1993

As part of my summer of writing, I want to encourage you all to take a look at, and possibly subscribe to, Fray. This is Derek Powazek’s latest endeavor; some of you may know him from JPG Magazine and that whole unfortunate debacle. As with all creative things, Fray is quite dear to my heart (or at the very least my Swadhisthana,…

You would think that after almost a week’s worth of classes on writing, I would have a rather large collection here. Well, not so fast, I would reply. Believe it or not, the craft of writing takes time and patience (qualities that are not my forte). There will be some stories that will make it…

Funny what little insignificant things will trigger a memory…one that isn’t particularly significant, yet perhaps a staple of my growing up in a very unique (? maybe?) environment. My cousin G and I must have been 14 or 15; definitely not 16. I know this because at 16 we were totally shits. At 16 we…

  We starve-look At one another Short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes – Rado & McDermott