The books I reread
Going back to a familiar story isn’t repetition: the one who changed is me.
What stayed on my mind.Page 3
Reflections on the places, encounters and choices that keep talking to Rose.
All thoughts
32 thoughts
The Sunday table
When the family grows, spreads out and moves cities, Sunday lunch becomes something else.
Starting a new career at forty
Changing fields after years can look like madness. Sometimes it’s just honesty.
The plants that survived me
A confession: I’ve killed many plants. The ones that stayed taught me about consistency.
Walking without headphones
A week listening to the street instead of the playlist — and what it changed in my ideas.
The messages I take long to answer
It isn’t a lack of affection. It’s too much wanting to answer properly.
