Roda de capoeira hosted by Menino Quem Foi Seu Mestre group, June 2019 When I thought all my meaningful social life was really encased in my phone, occasionally spilling over to my laptop for longer emails requiring both hands to compose properly, I was made to realise that people of flesh and bones are not … Continue reading Chama eu, Angola, chama eu.
Author: skaradomar
Not this time
The other day, when I heard it for the millionth time that I was too much of this, that or the other -"too depressive" in this case, a feature of my way of being that seems to stand out more than the other two-hundred-and-ninety-seven they might have noticed if they had paid any attention- I … Continue reading Not this time
Reframing
I had mentally committed to weekly posts. A strategy to convince myself that I was entitled to a little time to write. A small but cosy space to just be, blurt out whatever, catch some of the thoughts flying about relentlessly. Last weekend it was impossible to scribble anywhere, not even on the scrapbook that … Continue reading Reframing
Microconnections
One year ago, this happened to me. For two hours my heart danced a crazy dance. The master of words, Tim-frickin-Minchin, liked my words. He liked MY words. I had not written anything in about a decade. It felt so amazing to be inspired again. It felt absolutely unreal that the source of inspiration would … Continue reading Microconnections
Cravings
It’s funny, this life. I think I can honestly say in all these years the thing I’ve given most value to has been friends. In a real, true, deep, fuck-everything-else sense. I’ve done the sensible stuff and the crazy stuff. I’ve embraced challenges and fights. I love them. I am them. I learn from them. … Continue reading Cravings
I’m still here
So it turns out the 'quiet' weekend you wish for, the one when you are eventually entitled to have a significant number of hours dedicated to something other than feeding/changing/comforting/reprimanding/entertaining your kids, including -above all else- some uninterrupted sleep, can turn out to be a little underwhelming. I am not sure whether this is because … Continue reading I’m still here
No returns
No returns at the box office today. I had to find a new hiding place. Which I kind of expected, given that it’s Sunday, when most productions give their casts a well-deserved rest. I was running away. As it usually happens when I finally get to be on my own for a few hours without … Continue reading No returns
Ungendered freedoms
I am pretty much a cis-gender woman. I think. On most days at least. I was never so much questioning as I was uncomfortable. I grew up in the south of Italy where, at least at the time, there was pretty much only one way of doing 'woman'. As a well-mannered, long-haired and not too … Continue reading Ungendered freedoms
We, the ghost mamas
Everybody needs a support group. Especially single parents. We will find one for you, and make sure it runs only on days and times that are impossible for you to make if you work in any capacity. We really need to work on you getting some ‘me time’. Go, go and get some ‘me time’. … Continue reading We, the ghost mamas
La plastica (2005)
Buongiorno. Se vuoi te lo racconto. Anche se nel silenzio. Si' perche' il silenzio non posso violarlo. C'e' bisogno di silenzio, di calma, di mare, di vuoti. Nella mia testa piu' che in qualunque altro posto. Niente puntini sospensivi oggi. Tutto un po' piu' squadrato del solito perche' il dolore e' secco e mai morbido. … Continue reading La plastica (2005)
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