Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
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Passionate about tech, studying Modern Journalism at NYU, and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Apologizing for No Reason: My Learned Habit. Top Story - July 2024.
When I was growing up, I was taught to always say “sorry.” It was considered polite and a way to avoid getting noticed or punished. I did my best to be a good girl and stay out of trouble. Despite my efforts, the adults around me would still find something wrong and ask me to apologize. I didn’t realize I could stand up for myself because no one taught me that.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatárabout a year ago in Humans
The Heatwave Hustle: How I Balanced Chores and Creativity
“You shouldn’t lie till ten. There’s the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one-half his day’s work by ten o’clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.” ― Emily Brontë
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatárabout a year ago in Humans
Khufu's Secret
The sun hung high in the sky, blazing light like liquid gold over the sands of Egypt. I was in a small village near Hurghada, a place which remained still stuck on the past, untouched by the passing of time. Wooosshhh I could hear the echoes of the past carried by the winds.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Fiction
The Garlic Portal and the Girl Who Bridged Time
The town of Ail-sur-Blé was situated in the rolling hills of France, what was before old Gallia or Celtica. History was felt in the roots of all trees and even in the air, as the sun and stars meandered from east to west on their repeating quest, from life to death to revival and life again.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Fiction
Our Spontaneous Cheese Poetry on Date Night
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions I watched the moon shine brightly this evening through the window of our car. It was day one of two days of travel and the shortest day of the year. ( I wrote this in December 2023). That meant we were traveling mostly at night. The main thing was that we arrived at our first destination and managed to go to sleep, all five of us.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Humans
