Let me tell you, Mitt Romney was right.

About a year ago I found myself at a party, walking around with a glass of wine in my hand, making conversation, when a friend a mine insisted on introducing me to a very distinguished fellow, who proved to...

The moon means many things.

Moonlight can be a blessing or a curse, its presence an inspiration for love or a reminder of its loss, a source of creativity or of madness, melancholy or ecstasy, hope or despair... it is a part of what we are -- or could...

I was living these past years in Prague. Given that the "golden city" is a magnet for tourism, one starts to notice national trends among the visiting crowds - they become surprisingly predictable: Italians, who come in droves at two times of year, Christmas and Easter, fill the center with...

Prague is ultimately a very revealing place where the glitter of capitalism battles the gloom of communism on a day-to-day basis.

Having lived through the Romanian communist dictatorship, I can vouch for the fact that there is a common denominator to be found of certain mentalities and ways of doing...

In recent days the Romanian press has been inundated with articles about a 36-year-old, very attractive MP and lawyer named Elena Udrea.

It all started with an article published in the British Sunday Times about the "row brewing over the decision to appoint Elena Udrea as Romanian...

I recently found myself involved in a discussion with a 20-year-old friend about how striptease could be an empowering experience for a woman and how it could also be completely free of sexual content. My friend didn't buy it; she was into feminism and allowed no room for grey areas...

Since 1990 I have been back to Romania often, as my parents and friends are still there. These visits have been difficult. The first time I brought my husband there, in 1994, we were followed by Securitate, and one guard, who offered to be our guide in the mountain town...

On the morning of December 21, 1989 I crossed through the center of Bucharest to visit a friend of mine at his office. Magheru Boulevard was crowded with workers on their way to the Palace Square, where Ceausescu was due to speak. They had drawn faces and were carrying their...

I grew up in the south of Romania in the 60's in a small town that was thriving and well cared for. People had comfortable lives with all kinds of food available, including meat, chocolate and fruit. We had TV that broadcast great shows and cartoons from all over the...