We don’t know how children actually see the world
Something terrible has happened to Baidui, my son Lorenzo’s imaginary friend. He was a child, but also an uncle. A
Continue readingSomething terrible has happened to Baidui, my son Lorenzo’s imaginary friend. He was a child, but also an uncle. A
Continue readingI can’t draw. This is how I premise any attempt at putting a pencil on paper, or even a piece
Continue readingThis autumn has greeted me with a sunny day in Trento, northern Italy. A beautiful day — but it can’t
Continue readingI am writing this at 6am. For most of my life, this was an ungodly hour, a time I would
Continue readingThis week I’ll skip recommendations because this is a longish newsletter. Many of you have said that time is an
Continue readingPhoto Credit: Drops of Joy / Maria Farinha Films Let me start off this week by welcoming those who are
Continue readingIf you live in Greece by the sea and still have your bikini in the dirty clothes bin from your
Continue readingIt was Saturday and we were trying to be efficient. Market, check. Groceries, check. Pharmacy, check. It’s as if I
Continue readingI was rather lucky growing up. For me, childhood dreams, adventure and play are all intertwined with memories of long
Continue readingI’m writing these notes at 6am, after having slept in short intervals throughout the night. My son Lorenzo is teething
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