When snow falls I get the feels. I don’t mind the snow; it’s pretty and sad. It’s almost like the sky is so cold and so hardened that instead of tears, it’s gone right to cold, bitter, pretty little daggers. It suits my mood. The holidays are upon us and I’m just gonna say it- I hate them with a… Read More
While staying at one of the coziest B&B’s we’ve ever stayed at (thanks to my cousin, Nico for putting us in touch with them) I learned about Aperilingua- an event taking place at a bar every Thursday night, hosted by the wonderful ladies at BB Tecla- Vanna, Daniela and Brigitta. One day over espresso and sfogliatelle, I hopped up and… Read More
There I was. Four years old again, sitting in our poorly decorated kitchen- tan, gold and orange rectangle linoleum, poorly matched with striped orange and yellow wallpaper, randomly spotted with tan flowers. I sat at our old wooden table, on a metal folding chair.
One of the best parts about being in Italy was being away from it all. Away from the anxiety-ridden conversations that take place in my head, but rarely come to fruition. The ones I secretly have with my husband’s kids, his parents, his siblings, my parents, and my brothers. Being away from the place that hosts everyone, gives me a… Read More
Somewhere among the constant updating of your social media newsfeed, the buzzing of ideas, political rants, endless accounts of he said/she said, the newest binge-worthy series on Netflix, that “Stop the Rodeo Riders from ripping the tails off of Bulls” petition you have to sign- lies your brain. I bet if you’re anything like me, all this is hitting you… Read More
