Today I hiked up and ran back Dakota Ridge. Feeling pretty good about myself overall--last week I exercised almost every day, which is awesome, including doing some great work on my quads ( Read more... )

BUONA PASQUA ( Read more... )

I am worried that I will never again have a community of artists to work in. I know this is a ridiculous, unfounded fear, but it still gnaws at me. I'm constantly jealous of my friends in Indianapolis, whose artistic success seemed to take off after I left, whose community I feel like I'm not allowed to be a part of, in some ridiculous third-grade ( Read more... )

I'm listening to a recording of my dear friend Sarah singing "Pull of the Moon" in my apartment in Torino, oh-so-long-ago. Near the end is the sound of a motorino passing in the street below, which strikes me as particularly romantic, as no one will ever hear that same motorino again in the same way, and who knows what's become of it or it's driver ( Read more... )

Listen. I do not have to love my body. I'm sure it would help. I'm really, really sure it would. And sometimes I'm reconciled to it. Some mornings I wake up and I think, "Gee, this isn't so bad, at least I have this lovely curve here from waist to hip, I think I can deal with this--this could be found attractive by someone," and I'll tell you? ( Read more... )

Dear Italy:

I am not finished with you yet. Please wait for me.

love,

Caroline