Two years ago, I was wandering the cobblestones of a beautiful hill town in Umbria, thinking how lovely it would be to live there. I sat down for a cappuccino next to the fountain in the square and thought, why not go further? Why not picture the perfect life? Given no constraints of practicality, what could make living in this quaint Italian town absolutely perfect?… Read more
]]>Let’s be honest: are we really talking about possible anymore? Is shutting down an entire country possible? Putting a school system online in three days? Closing the majority of the airport because there aren’t enough flights to keep most terminals open? Cancelling the Olympics? We are far beyond impossible now. My Fellow Humans of 2020, we have all gone through the Looking Glass. On this side, ‘why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.’
And one of those impossible things is that I would be able to survive for weeks on end without Ever.… Read more
]]>On Thursday the Dutch government limited gatherings to under 100 and told everyone to work from home if possible, but–crucially–did not close schools (or restaurants, bars, etc.,… Read more
]]>I have learned to manage this issue pretty well through a combination of good scheduling, deep breathing, positive self-talk, guided meditation, weighted blanket, CBD oil, acupuncture, baths, and numerous other forms of self-care. I know how to recognise unhealthy thought spirals, and have a strict rule of never, ever Googling my symptoms–a rule that I am fairly successful at keeping most of the time.… Read more
]]>Why are you brown? People usually didn’t put in precisely those terms, but it was always what they meant.… Read more
]]>I retain a healthy scepticism of any genealogical line purporting to go all the way back to 525 A.D.… Read more
]]>We hope 2019 has treated you kindly. Once again we feel grateful for the many wonderful moments we have shared this year. We are still living in Amsterdam, and feeling more rooted all the time. I write this from Normandy, where we are spending the Christmas holidays curled up in front of the fire eating cheese and drinking apple cider.
In February we drove to Alsace for our first (and very possibly last) ski holiday. The kids were soon flying down the slopes while I teetered along behind them thinking about how much longer it takes to recover from injuries in an almost-forty-year-old body.… Read more
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