Bone Saws, Opiates & the Daily Black Pants
I have been asked to provide an update on my recovery: I knew that I was having major…
Radio silence, why I haven’t written…and the snow.
Hi there. Yes, we got back from Italy seven weeks ago. No, I haven’t written. Radio silence…yes I…
L’ultimo…the last.
The train car is almost empty. It is just past midnight. This is our last time on the…
I just jumped.
This year I learned to jump. It was my plan to do a language immersion — for as…
OsloOhhh.
Will you need help down the stairs, ma’am?, the flight attendant asks. No, I am ok going down,…
Seven months…interrupted.
I have given away our extra pantry items, our blender. We are down to the our tiniest bone…
In ruins.
We are on an island. A big one. A place where streets are broken and the trunks of…
Un giorno normale — a normal day.
It was just a normal day. Up early, hulling strawberries for smoothies. We strip the bed to run…
Six Months Now.
Six months, now. We have our favorite curry cashews. We now have fresh basil growing on our windowsill.…
Doing what Romans do.
We were in this country for so very long before we made it down to Roma. So…
Of the Ligurian Sea.
It was for R’s upcoming birthday that we made the plan to go to Cinque terre…the ‘five lands’…referring…
153 days.
It has been 153 days. Centocinquantatre’ giorni. One hundred and fifty three days of supermineralized water, watching where…
Superpowers.
Look at me, walking down the street. I have a swagger. My swagger says that I have almost…
My great act of courage.
I have begun writing in Italian. A great act of courage for me…you can translate it from the…
An expat in blue jello
But what, oh what, is a little old-ish expat to do on a rainy Sunday morning? After a…