Edoardo Ballerini

The last growth spurt of my life happened when I was 26 years old.  I ate and slept like a teenager, and for a few short weeks a typical evening was spent consuming a pound of pasta and a box of donuts, and then crashing for about half a day.  I didn’t even gain any weight.  It all got magically burned off into… growth.  Maybe I got a little taller, I don’t know.  One thing I did notice, however, was that my brain “fizzed,” as if somebody had poured champagne on it.
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Though there’s thankfully less holiday bunting this year than usual, it will certainly not slow down our mad belief that we are somehow to be happy because, well, it’s happy season.  As a child who endured one Christmas more miserable than the next, I always felt like Exhibit A that this was, in fact, the least wonderful time of year.  And what I found particularly horrifying was the idea that I had to buy gifts for people who couldn’t stand me. Read more…