ILEANA JOHNSON

I spent my early years before first grade with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa had golden hands, he could fix anything and was the best...

A few days ago, I talked to my childhood friend about our shared fifteen years in the same communist apartment block built in a hurry in the...

Wikipedia photo I recently met a young couple giddy with the jubilant spirit of Christmas. It was a rare encounter as Christmas traditio...

Photo: Ileana Johnson 2015 The simplest things in life can trigger a wave of memories long forgotten or buried deeply in the recesses of...

The creek of our childhood Photo: Ileana 2015 As we age, humans tend to mellow out and nothing that had previously been that important m...

Ploiesti buried under snow in 2017 Photo: Florentina A.  The first snow of 2017 finally arrived; a couple of inches covered the ground ...

Photo: noastracopilaria@yahoo.com "Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, And nothin' ain't worth n...

It was bitter cold last night. Tiny snowflakes started to fall in the afternoon, turning lawns into a fantastic winter wonderland. Snow be...

The FedEx guy dropped a large box on the front steps. His truck was at the end of the street before I retrieved it. It was relatively ligh...

As long as I can remember, my Dad came home every December with a scraggly blue spruce, fragrant with the scent of winter, tiny icicles hang...

My first memory was of a baby sleeping in a wooden carved crib on the floor of my parents bedroom. The rental house had a small kitchen and ...