
It’s a Lovely Day (with Bill Withers in the kitchen)
On the first week of confinement, our dishwasher went silent, irremediably old and broken. We measured the spot where a...
On the first week of confinement, our dishwasher went silent, irremediably old and broken. We measured the spot where a...
(Confinement diaries #1) Years ago, when we wouldn’t dream of corona virus, I read about an activity called “room-travel” in...
(London, UK) I moved from London to New York sixteen years ago in the middle of the winter. After our...
I was born in an apartment, on a busy road, but my favorite spot was the floor below us, where...
It doesn’t matter what language you speak It will take you somewhere It may be an ancient cobblestoned path in...
I took a break from this blog over the holidays. A chance to think, read and figure out better stories,...
I met your friend Lucy today. She gave me a lift to the train station in Beacon and we had...
I didn’t grow up with snow, or cold weather. Cold in São Paulo, Brazil, means if you wear a leather...
I postponed a trip to Portugal for a long time. Brazil, my country of birth, was a Portuguese colony from...
Nowadays, this story would never be possible, but it happened more than twenty years ago, when we didn’t have cell...
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