This is the story of a happy moment: a slice in time, whose painful counterpart I am now allowed to let pass into oblivion. Fourteen months ago, a birth happened. …
It’s like being stuffed in the shadow of the clouds… I lie beside Luca thinking of everything. Not the greatest use of my nighttime. Not the worst migraine attack: on …
Before Luca, I didn’t know anything about babies. Or, nothing useful: I knew, of course, that babies cry a lot. And that if you swaddle them too tightly something bad …