I never liked dead blogs, they're like shipwrecks and no way to figure out what happened to their authors.
I thought I'd be able to post here - from time to time - some proofs that I'm alive, enjoy my family life, teaching, translating, and being involved in so many absolutely idealistic and wonderful projects.
But all too often I'm just running against the clock, and it's difficult to leave traces of professional life behind.
fresh mornings and steamy windscreen, when taking kids to school and kindergarten,
my husband's bike tours before winter comes (and mine, too),
still lives of vegetables at the greengrocer's,
the smell of new (note)books,
the murmur of the printer,
the warmth of rosary beads,
the sensation of starting things anew.