We are the stories we tell. Stories allow us to explore our common humanity. Stories connect. Stories heal. Stories matter. This is my story. What is yours?
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A writer of plays, screenplays, short stories and poems and a Yoga Alliance Certified Yoga Teacher trained in the Gurukul system in Coonoor, India in 2007. I discovered yoga during my acting training in London in 1998. Having tried Iyengar, Hatha, Ashtanga and Kundalini yoga, I settled on my own eclectic style that focuses on healing and a deeper connection to the Self. This is a practice that is accessible to all – regardless of age and level of flexibility.
Writing has been my loyal companion throughout the many life transitions and literature feeds my soul.
I am passionate about learning languages as it keeps me humble, curious and in the state of learning.
My hunger for knowledge is insatiable.
I get an adrenaline rush from inspiring conversations. My friends and my community are my family.
I was born in Budapest, Hungary in an era when comrade Lenin was a figure we saluted to every morning in the classroom.
“Who wants to see some palm trees?” my mother proposed one Easter morning. Soon we landed in Israel, struck by an unbearable heat, and traded our “unpronounceable Hungarian names” to Jewish names – me, for eleven years, my brother, forever.
I knew I was a pacifist even before I handled an M-16, but meeting my best friend Ravit in the Navy made the experience at the IDF one of the most rewarding.
At twenty I moved to London unsure of what my calling was. But during an RSC 1997 production of Midsummer’s Night’s Dream the answer was unequivocal: I was head over heels in love with the theatre.
I completed the City Literary Institute’s Two Year Drama Course and joined the Royal Court’s Young Writer’s Programme. In the following decade I saw every play I could for as little as a 10p standing ticket.
I wrote my first short, experimental play for the Royal Court’s Site in 2001 and went on to write two full length plays. “Someplace Else” previewed at the Hungarian Culture Centre and was later selected for the Warehouse Theatre’s International Play writing Festival.
I lived in New York, Madrid and travelled all the way to New Zealand. But it was in Coonoor, India, that my life took an unexpected turn.
On Christmas Eve 2006, covered in dust and exhausted from travel, I arrived at the Yoga and Ayurveda Retreat where I met my future husband. “When you know, you know,” we told ourselves with the hopeful naivete of new lovers and built a life together in Montreal.
Still, there was much I didn’t know and much I had to learn. With motherhood came joy beyond measure but also an identity crisis. If I had it all, why did it feel like my soul was dying?
I began to explore the complexities of marriage, parenthood and the insidious nature of trauma and violence in my writing. A journey that took me to Concordia University at the age of forty on the brink of separation. I completed my degree through four moves, two renovations and a pandemic while fulfilling my long-lasting dream of learning Italian.
Every semester seemed impossible and the temptation to give up was too great. I have been outspoken about these challenges because I have learned that we connect through vulnerability, not by pretending that we are invincible.
I don’t believe in happily-ever-after stories but stories that continue to evolve through the many ups and downs of life.
When shared, stories can heal; stories can inspire.
The louder we speak our truth, the lesser the shame in silence.