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(5) Things we love…#153

Posted in Things We Love

Gone from these virtual pages but not forgotten. Certainly not forgotten by me as we are still in each other’s pockets on a regular basis – sofagirl I mean. She still contributes to this blog when my ideas are mediated through her opinion and by sending me suggestions for this weekly column. She is actually much more active than I am when it comes to scouring the web for the weird and the uplifting. The first three offerings come straight from her laptop. Enjoy your weekend and, if you are in the States, the extra hour of sleep on Sunday.

Going with the flow

Posted in Life & Love, and Relationships

Helen Hunt surfingI never wanted to surf. Not once, when my husband or step-children would pick up boards and wetsuits and head for the beach, was I inspired to say “let me give it a try”, not even when friends would visit from Europe and would ask for recommendations on the best surfing beaches or where to take lessons: all that information at my fingertips (because, when you live here long enough, it becomes part of your compass) and never once did I act on it. As athletic as I am, surfing seems really hard. And it requires suffering from bad hair days too often.

The apple never falls far from the tree – Ulric Collette’s genetic project

Posted in Things We Love, and Uncategorized

My better half might be my husband but my other half is definitely my sister.

I always thought of my little sister as the other keeper of memories only the two of us share. She and I alone can remember the smell of our bedroom; the sound of the lady next door washing up as we prepared for sleep (her kitchen abutted our bedroom); the secret Sunday morning games played in bed; the endless dinners while our parents were arguing. In short, nobody else knows how it felt to grow up in our household but my sister.

A Life in the Day: Eleonora of “ottominuti”, juggling lives in Brussels

Posted in Life & Love, and Women's issues

For this installment of “A Life in the Day of”, we travel to Brussels to meet Eleonora, woman of many hats, fellow Italian and blogger at “ottominuti“. We chose to publish her contribution during our week dedicated to all things “slow and chill” because, in the middle of a day (and a life) punctuated by the demands of children and long to do lists, Eleonora finds moments, sometimes fleeting, of clarity and, above all, displays an ability to stop the madness and savour the chill.

Our Fathers’ Daughters

Posted in Life & Love, Relationships, and Women's issues

My dad took this happy photo during a holiday in Capri
My dad took this happy photo during a holiday in Capri

When I first saw the light of day, my parents were utterly stumped. I was supposed to be a boy and my high-pitched girly wails interfered with their well-laid plans. They only had one name picked out, Giacomo, in honour of my godfather, a famous soccer player and family friend. He and I were going to have a lifelong bond and a shared name.

No need to stop exploring – Just bring the little ones along

Posted in Style & Travel

Little me, traipsing the Austrian Alps, with my friend Michele and a furry travelling companion
Little me, traipsing the Austrian Alps, with my friend Michele and a furry travelling companion

It might be a bit presumptuous of me to give advice to parents, as I am only half a parent myself – I raised two step-children which, let me assure you, is a very different ballgame than having children of your own. From my 50-year-old perch, this might also sound like the usual “when I was young things used to be better” kind of tale but, looking at the over-parented children I am often in contact with, I am fairly certain they would all benefit from less protection and more exposure to travel. Or life in general.

Words of wisdom from younger women – Part I

Posted in Life & Love, and Uncategorized

It’s not often that radio reduces me to tears. In fact, the last time was about 16 years ago when, driving to a yoga class, I happened to catch David Sedaris reading, in his trademark whinny high-pitched voice, his essay on being an elf in a large department store at Christmas. It made me laugh so uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks so copiously, I feared for my safety.

Typically, I will turn the radio on while I drive and my attention will wander in and out: the main news at the top of the hour, an occasional song that will draw me in but, mostly, it’s background noise for my thoughts. But a few days ago I experienced a moment of grace, while whizzing down I-10 at 7 am. A 2 minute interview, part of the StoryCorps series, between a mother and  daughter, came on.

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