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2 days ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
The Silent Lesson I Teach My Children Every DayAs a mother to two wonderful children, different in dazzling ways, I learn day by day that the healing of the world begins at home. In the simplest gestures and behaviors. I am a mother, and my role carries great responsibility. I am mother of an energetic and very cute little boy of almost two years and of a curious, strong, and quick-minded little girl of almost eight years.
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1 week ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
I create, therefore I existEaster always has a special meaning in our home. Maybe because it comes along with spring, with the light that gently slips through blossoming branches, but especially because it finds us with our souls prepared. This year, however, it seems spring is still keeping us waiting. Still, we, as a practicing Catholic family, live this time with sincere joy and with our hearts wide open.
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3 weeks ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini |Mehmet Yildiz
Member-only storyMore Than Just Selling VegetablesGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inILLUMINATION·5 min read·--Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on UnsplashThis is the true story of many peasants in my country, a poor and forsaken land where elderly farmers are treated unfairly, paying the price for the pride of city dwellers, and the ignorance of modernity. This is the story of my aunt, Zita.
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1 month ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
Member-only storyWhy Harsh Eyes Lead to a Cold HeartGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inCatharsis Chronicles·3 min read·--Photo taken by the authorHave I become a hunter of flaws? Have I started to see the mistakes of my husband, my father, my mother, my children? The mistakes of my friend, my colleague, my collaborator, the neighbor I have befriended? Understand me well! I am not talking about the mistakes of people I do not know, mistakes that do not affect me, that do not hurt or wound me.
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1 month ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
Member-only storyCrafting, Creativity, and LoveGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inMid-Knight Falls·5 min read·--All photos credit to the authorThe holiday that just ended was one of the most special ones I’ve experienced with my almost eight year old daughter.
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2 months ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
The Loneliness No One Talks AboutGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inModern Women·6 min read·--A picture captured by me from the balcony. A mesmerizing sunset. We talk about the joy, the exhaustion, the love – but not about the silence that fills the spaces in between. When I became a mother for the first time almost eight years ago, I felt that the world was opening up to me in a way I had never imagined. I held my baby girl in my arms and knew that my life would be connected to hers forever.
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2 months ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
I Choose to Raise My Kids with Kindness , Not CriticismGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inHope, Healing, and Humour·7 min read·--Photo by Possessed Photography on UnsplashThe first thing I heard was her voice. A harsh, sharp voice, cutting through the peaceful afternoon like a pair of pliers crushing a walnut. The words, though I understood them, seemed too cruel to match the image that followed when I turned around. “You’re so stupid! Useless! How many times do I have to tell you?
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2 months ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
How I Stopped Chasing Happiness and I Started Creating ItGratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inCatharsis Chronicles·5 min read·--Photo taken by the authorFor years, I was chasing happiness like it was a destination I would eventually reach. Well, if only I worked harder, achieved more, or if life finally aligned the way I wanted!Now I say: maybe it’s not possible to define joy.
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2 months ago | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
So why does my daughter refuse to see its value? Gratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inHope, Healing, and Humour·5 min read·--Photo by Ivan Shilov on UnsplashEnglish is not my mother tongue, yet it plays a crucial role in my life. If I hadn’t learned this foreign language in school and hadn’t liked it, I probably would have never been able to write on Medium, for example. Although I use Grammarly to help me, I still have to be good enough to reach this level.
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Jan 24, 2025 | 
medium.com | Gratiela Grigorini
Some stories never find their final verse, and perhaps that’s what makes them enchanting. Gratiela Grigorini·FollowPublished inBlack Coffee Poetry·3 min read·--Photo by David Aler on UnsplashI see it through the veil of memories dreamed at dawn,Like in a painting brushed with longing and indifferent time. On the pathways of my soul from days long gone,I glimpse it – timid, small, yet lightning bright. The gentle tremor of my first emotions,The innocent ray that ruled my soul at the dawn of youth.
