hell is Nat?
My friend Leannah asked me yesterday how I would celebrate being finished this 30-day challenge. “I don’t know,” I told her. “Probably eat something?” It hadn’t occurred to me. Just being finished felt like celebration enough. I’ve been officially teaching writing for...read more
This morning is one of those mornings. Nothing terrible happens, shit just goes wrong. Then I find out that the friend I’m supposed to meet in Bucharest, where I’m headed today, can’t make it. At lunchtime, Pietro drives me to the train station, even though I could...read more
I had to stay home and work today. Someone’s gotta be productive around this place. Maria and Pietro were out all day, including for both lunch and dinner (gasp!), so I was left to my own devices. Sort of. “You take food from the fridge,” Maria commanded, before they...read more
I get home today after a big museum escapade to find Pietro and Maria playing cards at the kitchen table. This spurs to Pietro to tell me the story of how they met. He was at a ski chalet with friends, and Maria showed up with a mutual friend… and her then husband....read more
This morning, my Italian mama, Maria, makes me a cappuccino. On the bus 20 minutes later, I feel like a cracked out windup toy. This is why I do not drink coffee. This is also why I have two pages of notes in my notepad which I can't make out. At the time, though, I...read more