In a woke bubble
I see an acquaintance in the street, a person I’ve met once before. They and Anja have known each other in passing for decades. (Continue)
Everything about Anja
Anja is a phenomenon. She’s gorgeous, brilliant, hilarious, full of depth, the maker of the best chicken parm in the known universe, a stellar ceramics artist, and an impactful high school English teacher. Serendipitously, she’s my life partner.
She’s a private person, which means the vast majority of the amazing things I experience with and photograph of her don’t make it onto this website. Below are a few times she did pop into a story.
Flutter
There’s a weekend-long dance workshop in town. While she’s certainly not our first house guest, the situation feels brand new. It must be the Japanese mattress we just bought, which turns our one-bedroom shoebox of an apartment into a temporary bed and breakfast (and lunch and dinner) for Anneli, the journalist from Sweden. (Continue)
Norway et al
After two weeks in Scandinavia, it’s clear: we are both too Dutch for proper recycling. Secretly hoarding our trash to avoid a reprimanding from our AirBnb host as he hovers over his six-compartment recycling bin, we continue our trip from rural Sweden to Copenhagen looking for a public recycling station. (Continue)
Anja's ceramics course
Today, Lemonade and I visited Studio Pansa Amstel, where Anja has spent the last seven Sundays learning how to work a ceramics wheel. (Continue)
A very Mathilde visit
Much like last year, I’m so excited for Mathilde to visit our house that I get a headache just thinking about it. (Continue)
Week 10: Outings
It snowed a few times this week and I was as baffled as I always am to see it happening in March. (Continue)
Dog park
My attempt to lure both Anja and myself outside for some fresh air and a walk was thwarted as soon as I learned the place was out of my favorite bubble tea. (Continue)
