Body love
It's January again, the month of good intentions. Healthy living, less alcohol, more balance, and of course: shedding those pounds! Three months in Italy have left me with a questionable extra supply of "self." I've been living like a god, adhering to the daily mantra of "antipasto-primo-secondo-dolce". But as effortlessly as the pasta seems to flow through Italian bodies, it clings just as stubbornly to my Northern European one. The craving for winter provisions and thick la
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The blog lives on
Many of you read my previous blog. It was born on the very first day I ended up in the hospital with acute leukemia. I wrote at breakneck speed about everything I was going through, capturing every thought and feeling that raced through my mind. You read along, in ever-growing numbers. At first, perhaps, out of a fear of my demise; later, out of curiosity about how I was faring. I kept writing, but with less and less conviction and at a drastically lower frequency. I started
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