Homage to my father
“What a walking conundrum. A live, lively, mess of humanitarian drive and human flaws.”
“What a walking conundrum. A live, lively, mess of humanitarian drive and human flaws.”
Grief is when the overwhelming feeling of loss overcomes you – sweeps over you as you grasp for air and struggle to clasp what you hold dear in a tight grip – never to let go, yet fully aware of it slipping through your fingers.
“Don’t allow me, God, to die
without getting back to where
I belong, without enjoying
the delights found only there,
without seeing all those palm-trees,
hearing thrush-songs fill the air.”
There is one thing I faithfully live by, and that is my promise to feel everything, to wallow in the bad if and when needed, and to glow in the good.
On June 2nd, 2020, France entered its second phase of deconfinement, which authorizes certain hotels and restaurants to open with limitations. Borders are still (generally speaking) closed and some museums and monuments are either preparing to reopen or opened with limitations (restricted number of visitors, use of mask, hand sanitizers everywhere, and interactive exhibits closed). Quick note, this is likely changing by June 15, when the country enters another stage of deconfinement, and I’m pretty sure they will be fully…
“Fixing her earbuds she turned to her phone and headed down the street, picking her pace as she ran on through empty streets with their ghost buildings. “
“There is no such thing as normal when in a pandemic.”
The world is being held hostage by a quasi-invisible being. The word on everyone’s lips and on every news outlet is COVID19, or the infamous Coronavirus that has caused a worldwide pandemic, infecting and killing thousands. While the death toll is alarming, the economic implications of a world put on hold is nothing short of apocalyptic. However, both these elements will have deeper effects in developing countries like Brazil. As a Brazilian and a historian, I can’t help but think…
Letting go isn’t as easy as a blockbuster cartoon soundtrack makes it sound.
This only scratches the surface of the different things on a French menu. From raw steak to cow’s tongue to essentially every part of the pig’s body, the French live by the motto “waste not.”