Coraline

Coraline è arrivata in una serata fredda. Fredda ma sorprendentemente leggera. Una di quelle sere uguali a se stesse, nella solitudine di ogni giorno e di ogni notte. Però contrappuntata da inusuali risatine solitarie nel silenzio. Risatine leggere e sciocche, da messaggi pungenti di amici lontani. Coraline è arrivata come una di quelle macchine del … Continue reading Coraline →

Hurt

Piu' o meno cosi'. Ma senza le parole. Them: Che cosa provi per me? Me: Ma come ti viene? Non si puo' pensare a questo, adesso!! Them: Si', si' che si puo'. Cosa provi per me? Me: Dio mio. Tutto l'amore del mondo. Them: Bene. Ora mettitelo in tasca e non lo guardare mai piu'. … Continue reading Hurt →

Beauty

Not much has changed since my last post. Or maybe everything has changed but there was no time, heart, energy, space, stomach to write about it. It is all so miserable and dull and soulless that words have lost taste, colour, shape, rhythm, texture. And then this morning I was hit by a short poem. … Continue reading Beauty →

Locked-on

In my head I have written at least a dozen posts during this lockdown hell. Words never made it to the screen. Days flooded with trillions of chores, urgent needs, giving, preparing, tidying, cleaning, holding, reassuring, videocalling, crying, working, crying, texting, organising, surviving, medicating, providing, pretending, entertaining, worrying, crying, clinging on. Nothing much has changed. … Continue reading Locked-on →

Unexpected gifts

Well, last post did not do very well at all. Not that one writes posts for them to do well. But it is nice when they do. I might not write for validation, but I sure as hell love it when I get some. I spent a whole counselling session talking about creativity the other … Continue reading Unexpected gifts →

Ontologies

Sometimes you really feel like throwing everything in the bin. The silly tailor-made cookie cutters, the sketching pencils, the instagram account, the writing pad, the training mats. You put little pegs in this vertical rock face you find yourself climbing with great effort. Tiny little anchors of connection and good will that you use to … Continue reading Ontologies →

Degrees of impossible

I did a number of things this summer which really felt impossible. They mostly had to do with being a solomama. They had to do with finding responsibility overwhelming and practical management of life with really full-on little people totally out of my -rather good, actually- coping skills. A couple of weeks ago, in a … Continue reading Degrees of impossible →

Signposting

Blimey. I took a few blows today. A rather poor interaction with a healthcare professional that left me baffled and took me a while to shake off, and a rather poor interaction with the powers of academic journal publishing. This is after a pretty little project I had tended to like a miniature sculpture that … Continue reading Signposting →

The micro-niceness of strangers

We talk a lot about how to help people struggling with mental and emotional distress. We talk about friends and social networks. About support services and accelerated access. We know all these things are important and need strengthening. We also know, or at least should know, that people experiencing distress and the intensity of not … Continue reading The micro-niceness of strangers →

Glitter rooms

The other night I watched Kathrine Ryan's Glitter Room netflix special. It was the first genuinely funny, uplifting, and witty take on single parenting I've come across so far. It didn't help with the wave of anxiety that has taken over this week (you see, I get thrown off balance when I'm lied to in … Continue reading Glitter rooms →