September was glorious. I finished the first drafts of not one, but two books: A children’s/young adult adventure for ages 8–12, full of wonder and mischief. A spy novel for adults, full of shadows, secrets, and double-crosses. I felt like a literary superhero. Two manuscripts, neatly parked on my desk, waiting for me to return with fresh eyes. My usual trick is to let time pass before editing — it helps me read like a…

If tomorrow you were to leave,you’d take with you a part of me –say, a hand, let’s go with the left one,because the right I still needfor when the electricity bill shows up.The heart I’d split in installments:two beats to you, one to me –I’m not that generous, after all,God forbid,what would I do alone…

I’m beyond excited to finally share some wonderful news—my new book, The Red Balloon, is officially published! And it's now available on Amazon, Apple Books, and Google Play Books! This story holds a very special place in my heart. I originally wrote The Red Balloon for my son, with the hope that it would spark his imagination and gently guide him through the wonders of growing up.

Tonight, the rain is an old scribe, scribbling my longing onto the windows, with crooked letters of water, like a thought that flees toward you but stumbles into forever.The wine in my glass is a sea trapped in crystal, red as that sunset on the concrete wall, when our words, like broken birds, fluttered over wounds, over time, over the past.

Sometimes I come to you, mute stone,my heart primed to weep,to let my blood spill into memories,to call you from the earth, to hear you. But I stand, and instead of tears – air,instead of you – just a silent void.I wait for the ache, to see you,to talk to you, to feel you,and yet, often, you’re nowhere.

I carved stones from the breath of my palms,not stones, but murmurs hardened into edges,a tower stitched from the thread of whispers,its steepness a dream that forgets to wake.She handed me her trust—a flame trembling inside a fist of glass,and I walked with it, blind, through the underbelly of stars,my shadow growing heavier than my skin.

President boasted about efforts to slash federal workforce and reorient foreign policy as Democrats protested from chamber

The Russian propaganda and disinformation juggernaut has leveled up hard since 2016, blending old-school influence peddling with a social media blitzkrieg—YouTube, Facebook, X, and, as we saw last year in Romania, TikTok. For peanuts—think a few thousand or tens of thousands of euros—they’ve got influencers with zero scruples and even less brainpower (or the rare deluded ones who actually believe their own crap) spreading the Kremlin’s gospel like a bad rash.

I’m currently reading a book set during the time of Octavian, about some Roman legions fighting in Egypt. It suddenly hit me that more time has passed from the construction of the Great Pyramid by Khufu during the Fourth Dynasty of Egypt’s Old Kingdom (the Fourth, yes?) to the events in the book, than from the beginning of our era to now.

If I’d known all it took to flush out the Russian Adnow bots and their ruble-hungry, crypto-starved attack dogs was a little dig at JD Vance, I’d have done it ages ago. I had a blast the other day blocking and reporting the living daylights out of every useful idiot and Russian bot on X—pure chaos, pure fun. But let’s peel back the curtain on this greasy Russian propaganda machine and see how it ticks.

On February 27, 2025, Andrew and Tristan Tate hopped on a private jet and jetted off from Romania to Florida, USA, leaving behind a trail of accusations, victims, and a Romanian justice system that seems to have folded faster than a cheap lawn chair under pressure from a transatlantic phone call. Yep, you heard that right: the loudmouthed ex-kickboxers turned millionaires from webcams and “manhood courses” were greenlit to leave by Romanian authorities, just when we thought the law might finally catch up.

There’s a special breed of stories slinking through the shadowy corners of the internet and the brains of people with apparently too much free time: conspiracies about George Soros and, more recently, USAID. These theories are like bargain-bin soap operas—they stink of desperation, and I don’t mean just the financial kind. So who spun these modern fairy tales, what’s the point, who gets burned, and—most importantly—what kind of suckers actually believe them?

Fostul candidat independent la Preşedinţie Călin Georgescu a fost ridicat de anchetatori din traficul rutier, pentru a fi dus la audieri, în contextul

Let’s cut the crap: the world’s a damn mess, and no matter how you spin it, someone’s always trying to pick your pocket or tell you how to live. On one side, you’ve got the so-called “globalists”—those slick suits from Brussels or Davos, sipping $15 lattes and dreaming of a planet where we all hold hands and sing “Kumbaya” while paying taxes to some bloated super-nanny.

Threads of gold began to fade.A pattern shifting, choices made,Your heart, a garden tuned to stone,Once blooming roses, now grown alone.My water cannot bring it back to life,I can't force you to avoid the strife.You sail a distant sea,While I watch from beneath this tree,Grief may sting and shadows fall,I understand, though losing all.

President Trump’s announcement of new tariffs set to take effect on February 1, 2025, is poised to have significant economic repercussions. These tariffs include a 25% levy on imports from Mexico and Canada and a 10% tariff on Chinese goods. Here’s an overview of the potential effects of these tariffs. What will be the economic impact? First of all, for sure there will be increased consumer prices.