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  • How to continue a tradition: do you know vlaai?

    Recently, conversations with friends who do not eat dairy confronted me with the following question: is vlaai (pronounce “vly” as in fly) made without milk…

  • Making space for the sacred

    I have long puzzled what had made my experiences so painful to me sometimes. So much so that I found it difficult to move on.…

  • I’ve been hiding from you

    It has taken me some time to write you again. I have an idea, a feeling, something I would like to share, an insight of…

  • 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…

  • Feeling down, dressing up

    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…

  • Thank God for the Turks

    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…

  • Let’s talk about anger

    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,…

  • Forgiving yourself with Pope Francis and another poem part two

    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…

  • Forgiving yourself with Pope Francis and a poem part one

    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…