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
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 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
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
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
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)
That's my mum talking. I spent a ridiculous number of years trying to get my mum to like me. The irony is that I think she fundamentally did, and still does. In an undeclared sort of way. But when I was a kid so many people, including her, kept repeating the story of how disappointed … Continue reading I hate musicals!