nans van leeuwen

My friend Max launched a new website today. I promised him some promotion. For what it's worth. Max is a winter specialist, he writes books about snow and ice. On his new website he showcases his collection of children's books on skating. Don't let this fool you. Not all Dutch children can skate, not me anyway. No romantic scenes like the one above. Which turned into something of a leitmotiv in all of my romantic relationships. Every single boyfriend I ever had -except maybe one or two that occurred in the wrong season- swore he could teach me to skate. But they all failed. Michiel has given up on it a long time ago. I have weird motor skills. My gross motor skills are catastrophic, my kids made me promise never to run in public. My fine motor skills are the opposite, anything from knitting or crocheting, from sewing to embroidering, from drawing to painting, from moulding to sculpting, from cooking to vacuuming, come to me, come to me.