See you in my dreams . . .
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I donβt get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I donβt get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…
I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending itβs nighttime as we…
I sit shotgun as my cousin Moira zips down the tiny, narrow streets of Somana into Mandello. Windows down, the mountain air blows through the car.…
Tapping away on my keyboard, I reread phrases, type and delete words, and feel a range of emotions in the span of a few hours as…
Scrittrice. . . The Italian word for a female writer, and extremely difficult to pronounce. Sometimes when I power walk along the canal I say it…
Itβs raining in Milan, gray and dreary. I wonder if the weather has anything to do with how I feel, missing home. I talked to my…
Sipping my coffee, I assess the postcards that lay before me on the small counter top. I am purposeful about choosing the right card for the…
My Faithful Friends, Tis the season to show some gratitude . . . and give a little love. I am grateful to all of you for…
Since arriving in Italy, I have spent a good amount of time visiting churches, cathedrals and even an abbey. Itβs not unusual for me to pass…
Thanksgiving . . . my favorite holiday This year I will spend it far away from my family, my home, my country. Traditionally, my family cerebrates…