That’s it. I’m tired. It has been nine months cooking for myself. The summer is now here in Rio de Janeiro and it is hot. I don’t want to cook anymore.Read More
I don’t have a television might seem like the vainglorious boast of a pedantic bookworm. I confess it was twenty years ago. Today, however, this detail about the choices I’ve made does not say very much, considering all the time I spend on the internet. Apparently, television has gotten better since I was a kid watching […]Read More
Following Amazonian wisdom that all the medicine one needs in life will already be there, growing at one’s feet. I decided not only to let the weed growing on my windowsill live, I gave it its own pot.Read More
The skyline might have changed. Millennium Park certainly had not existed. But there still so many things I remember about my hometown, even after more than twenty years abroad. Returning awakens the memories of how the summertime smells of cut grass and coming rain. Pizza. Those cement sidewalk stamps at the corners just before the […]Read More
Because I can’t write and sing at the same time 😉Read More
“You don’t have a TV, Ricky?” “I’ve never had one.” “What? Why?” “Where would I put it?” 😉Read More
“Don’t exaggerate, Ricky! It was just a coincidence! It was another bird!” said a skeptical, sour friend, when I told him how Pipsqueak had found me in my new home.
“Não exagere, Ricky! Foi apenas uma coincidência! Foi outro pássaro!” disse um amigo céptico, quando eu lhe disse que o Pipsqueak não somente achou a minha casa nova, mas achou a janela certa entre milhares.