April 30, 2010
It’s odd being home. Feeling familiar and foreign at once; sometimes thinking God, I’m such a poser, I know nothing about this place anymore. And other times, almost like a split personality: I do have a right to be there, dammit –I was born here, in that hospital right there, and it doesn’t matter how long I [...]
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February 8, 2010
As a child, growing up in Sardinia, my winter activities never involved skiing, or ice skating. It hardly ever snows in Sardinia in winter, so snow was a special occurrence and cause for celebration – but then again, us Italians will use anything as a cause for celebration, ’cause we love good food, good wine [...]
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