Juggling...too many stories to tell. Beginning research phase for a documentary on subsidence (yeah, I get passionate about some weird shit). A short upcoming story on learning how to play Taiko drums. Helping with yet another video about a poetry festival...and more!
Mum said she couldn't stop thinking even as she lay dying. Her mind questioned everything all the time. At the time I didn't realize I was her (no, not dying) but these days at her age I just can't stop thinking.
In Budapest, a rock has resurfaced in the Danube.
It's called the Rock of Starvation - Ínség-szikla. For centuries, its return has meant one thing: the river is so low the mills fall silent, crops fail, and hunger follows.
It surfaced in 1616. In 1718. In 1811, 1830, 1842, 1868. In 1947.
And now it's back, in 2026.
For the first time in 44 years, Hungary has shut down all but one of its Danube-cooled nuclear reactors.
A nearby farmer puts it plainly: "I've lost nearly 50% of my harvest, and it could hit 70%. Since I started farming after the end of communist rule, I've never seen a catastrophe like this."
The rock is a warning.
It's been delivering it for 400 years.
We know exactly what it says, but we haven't been listening.
Nothing sweeter than multiple packages of books arriving in the mail! Finally confessed to my husband (as if he didn't know already) that I'm addicted.
Passion matters. My love of visual storytelling forces me to step outside my aging and at times painful body to seek the stories of my community. The absolute joy when each is complete pushes me into the cycle again and again.