Category Archives: looking in

my induction to the national sport

This weekend we took the boys to the soccer stadium to see their first professional soccer game. While Nine gets excited about participating in a day-long chess tournament (he placed second at his last one), Six lives for the two … Continue reading

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not everyone can keep up with the pack

My town had its first half marathon yesterday and I was thrilled to participate. It felt like, in our own small way, we were making history. A handful of women from my team placed very well in their age groups, … Continue reading

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back to school, again

My kids go back to school on Monday. Nine is almost finished with his summer homework. He didn’t have that much to do but it has been kind of painful. We left the English for the end, and of course … Continue reading

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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

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will run for pork

I ran in a race on Saturday and my prize was not a medal but a bag of food, which I thought was the funniest thing ever. It was in addition to the backpack full of food and body soap … Continue reading

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when the earth shakes

We have been having earthquakes in Northern Italy. Normally an earthquake doesn’t shake me up too much; living in California will toughen one up that way. Thunder and lightning frighten me more. But when they are long and keep coming, … Continue reading

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introducing another important man in my life

I’ve grown so attached to the Bialetti man. The first time I really looked at him I think I might have blushed, even though I’m pretty sure I knew he wasn’t meant to be giving me the finger. Then years … Continue reading

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