-
-
I want: to write a cookbook.
“The essential thing is to want to sing.” These words from the opening of Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer brought me to tears the first…
-
-
Recently I was talking to a friend. “You look beautiful!” I told her upon meeting. “Thank you,” she said. “As I was feeling a bit…
-
I’m spending a week in my friend’s house in my old hometown. I’m reconnecting with all the shops I used to visit. The fishmonger at…
-
Fear seems to be à la mode these days. I have joined the trend certainly. The past years, I have been afraid of men, heatwaves,…
-
Reading the Pope’s The Name of God is Mercy, came after a lineup of other “self-help” books, which, though interesting, had all left me unsatisfied…
-
Three months ago, the Pope died. He had risen from his illness, wished everyone “Buona Pasqua”, then he died. He had picked some moment, or…
-
“Stella, leave.”“Leave Stella, I will kill you.” This is the opening of the final scene of Stella, the 1955 film from Greek director Mihalis Kakoyannis,…
-
For some time now, I haven’t been into recipes that much. I mean food recipes, but maybe it’s been a metaphor for the other recipes…
-
Maybe it is my pre-carnival mood. The diamond grid. It reminds me of Italian commedia dell’arte. Carnival Venice style. Puppets, masks, the mysterious eyes behind.…
-
In the early days of January, I had a little French adventure in Amsterdam. I am not French, but I do feel related to them,…