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Month: April 2017

Dancing my way to serenity

Posted in Health

We said goodbye as if it were the end of school: email addresses exchanged, and the vague promise, most likely not kept, to see each other again.
J, who exudes altruism from every pore, brought gift bags for each and one of us. P, who professes not to cook, tried to keep us healthy with a kale salad, a mission I destroyed with my sinful cake. Both joy and sadness filled our pockets.

The night before the exams, 30 years later

Posted in Life & Love

While waiting for my friend to get ready, I browse her bookshelves. What leaps out immediately is a brand new copy of a textbook on XX century Italian literature, a compendium that every high school student simply refers to, since time immemorial, as “il Guglielmini”, from its author’s name.

(5) Things we love…#130

Posted in Things We Love

I only have myself to blame for over scheduling my time. Partly, it’s the life of the freelance, taking work when it comes, as inconvenient as it might be. But partly, it’s me, saying yes to all manners of things that are interesting and then end up piling up on each other. It’s also Spring, and I have come back to life, after a hermit Winter. So, if I can get to the end of Friday, I am planning a weekend of nothing much: dogs, yoga, books, mindless videos and general laziness. Starting with this post.

What great food writing can do

Posted in Food & Entertaining

People often ask me if I watch food shows, if I am addicted to the Food Network, and they seem disappointed when I profess total ignorance in the matter. Aside from a few seasons of the Great British Baking Show I haven’t watched a food show in years. Even the beautiful documentaries on Netflix, like Chef’s Table, lose me after a season or so.

At the intersection of art and ethical travelling

Posted in Style & Travel

In just over four weeks I will be taking a (extraordinarily long) flight to Cape Town to meet sofagirl. While plotting what to do over the two weeks I will be spending there – besides “elephant stalking” – she asked me whether I would be interested in visiting one of the townships on the outskirts of the city.

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