Monthly Archives: March 2013


After all that, it turns out I broke my foot. Ha. The hairline stress fracture will heal with more therapy, more patience and a series of injections. And hopefully sometime in April I will be able to start running again. … Continue reading

Posted in like anyone cares, running | 5 Comments

what makes a life

It is usually none of their business, but they ask anyway. They want to know where the boys’ father is. And then they almost always say to her, “Ah, ma sei giovane. Ti rifarai una vita.” You are young. You’ll … Continue reading

Posted in like anyone cares, Separation anxiety | 5 Comments


I went anyway, despite my limp, and rented a bicycle to get around. Barcelona is ideal for cyclists: there are bike lanes on all the main avenues and on a lot of the cross streets, and drivers are so very … Continue reading

Posted in picture taking, running, something beautiful, Travel | 8 Comments

men’s lib

This weekend Seven wanted to know why his Italian grandfather only knows how to cook two or three things. Never one to let an opportunity like that pass me by, this is what I came up with: “It used to … Continue reading

Posted in The boys | 8 Comments

after the ultrasound

Yesterday I found out why my tendonitis is taking so long to get better and the reason is that my Achilles tendon came a little bit detached from the bone. The inflammation in my calf muscles has healed nicely through … Continue reading

Posted in running | 3 Comments

my second home

I am still not running and it looks like the Barcelona marathon is not going to happen for me, although I still harbor some small, delusional hope that my tendonitis will heal completely in the next few days and I … Continue reading

Posted in looking in | 3 Comments