I’m back. Again. It’s getting silly, isn’t it? I say I’m coming back, I stick around for a while, then I disappear again. What’s up with that? Well, I’ll tell you, my friends. In a nutshell, the problem is Time, or lack thereof.

A few months ago, I got an email from a friend asking, “Do you spend more time in France than in Italy now?” as she’d noticed that my blog posts were increasingly French in orientation and non-existent from Italy. The answer is “No.” It’s just that when I’m in Italy, where I actually live, I’m not on vacation. I’m presa as the Italians say (“taken,” “busied”) with motherhood, work, and just the nonstop business (or is that busy-ness?) of life, earning and keeping things going in a semi-well-oiled fashion. I’d thought that as my children got older, I’d have more time. Where on earth did I get that mis-guided notion? Time eludes me.

So the plan is to try to blog in and around the jigsaw puzzle of obligations because this blog falls, importantly, in the category of “things I do that feel good to me.” (We can’t always come last in our own list of priorities, can we?) But I will probably be posting items that are shorter, more visual…easier for me to get out.

The only problem that remains is that embarrassing title. “The Daily Cure.” First, I’m not curing anyone, no matter how much I wish that I were. And, second, my “daily” has turned into “randomly, at best.” Sigh. Sospiro. And that doesn’t make for much of a title—The Random-at-Best Non-Remedy—although it does have an interesting, if defeatist, ring to it. I suppose I’m not the only one struggling to make temporal ends meet, so I throw myself on your understanding and mercy. It’s always been my privilege to have you along for the ride, so I hope you’ll stay. Until next time (there’s that word again), a presto.