Living a life without ever burying someone is an almost impossible task. In a couple of weeks, it will be two years since I lost my mother. Loss and death always go hand in hand with life; one cannot exist

It's Wednesday again, and it's time for one more walk. This time we moved to the forest. Actually, we drove closer to the sea, then chose one of the many forest paths to the shore. And you know, the autumn

There are days or even weeks when it seems like nothing in life is going the way I’d like. Endless problems arise at work, and financial worries consume my thoughts. Disagreements with loved ones add to

I find it easy to accept the idea that work isn't going anywhere - that if I go away for a few days, nothing will fall apart and no one will get angry. That rest is just as essential as food and water.

Nearby houses, trees, and paths suddenly emerge from the early October mists - a world taking shape of its own accord. With every passing minute, it gains a clearer form that I trace with my eyes. Copper-hued

I remember once talking to a friend from Vilnius. At the time, she was working for a large state-owned company. Naturally, she had - and still has - a stable salary, a clear future, and a good life. She

Many of us carry some form of childhood trauma - some milder, others more severe. For some, those childhood experiences fade from memory as they grow up, while others carry those painful wounds throughout