My Writing

I write because I find immense satisfaction in writing. And it gets even better when my writing reaches people and touches their lives in ways that I have not even thought about.

I write about parenting, both essays that expose me as a mother and parenting articles that are destined to inform and raise awareness of some sort. I write about natural health and the wonder of the human body because I am fascinated with how our bodies chug along every second of every day and I hope I can convey that through my writing. I write about the world I live in because it’s my home and my children’s home and I want my writing about it to reflect how grateful I am for having it and how hard I am preparing to fight for it. I read somewhere that the best way to show gratefulness is leaving the world a better place than you found it. If you’re tempted to say it’s vane, I beg to reconsider. Vane is selfish, this is not.

I write about the world as I perceive it, and I have recently started writing more about myself not because I think the world revolves around me, it really doesn’t, but because it’s the only story I know to relate accurately enough. I write stories for children because there is magic in it and there is something so amazing about the way my boys sit and listen to yet another story written by mom.

I about think of writing as one of my senses. I write when I am so happy I feel like bursting at the seams, I write when I am crushingly sad and cannot see the words through tears. I write when I am frustrated or thunderstorming with anger. Yes, I know that’s not a verb. I’ll ask you to please let it go just this time.

Writing is like this: Something I could not let go of. I studied Biochemistry in university, you see, then I went on and did a Masters in the same field, and during this time I wrote bits and pieces here and there. I loved and still love science in a way that makes me a good old science geek but that is only one facet. I wrote when life got the best of me and most things I never revisited. When I finished playing full-time scientist, writing returned like a faithful dog I left behind when I moved across the world. And I’ll never understand why and how it found me again, the fact is that it did and it feels so right it makes me wonder why on earth I would think of leaving it behind in the first place.

If you need a writer who will deliver reliable, well-written articles on time, I can do that. Contact me via email at [email protected] and we’ll talk some more. You can follow me on Twitter @DanielaGinta or try LinkedIn. Should I add befriend me on Facebook? Let’s call it connect, friendship is a big word and it should not be misused in any way.

Below are links to some of my published work. Please note that no part of this work or anything found on this website can be used without permission from the author. Yes, that’s me, of course, it just feels interesting referring to myself as such. It’s like that time when I walked all over the house in my mom’s high heels. I was seven or so. Shoes were big but the color fit like a charm. The dress did too. But I grew into the shoes, it’s a good feeling. So I’ll keep writing.

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