When I was 5, my parents sat me down at the kitchen table and informed me I would be going to French elementary school. Naturally, I was appalled.
This isn't exactly what I pictured doing on a Tuesday night when I decided to a buy a house in Florence. LA DOLCE VITA, AM I RIGHT. Broom is from Risparmio Casa, bucket is vintage, tank is Winners. Four days ago, Francesca and I invited a lovely arborist man named Giulio over to check out … Continue reading The new house flooded so I used a broom to sweep out the water as my dog watched.
This is not Under the Tuscan Sun, this is me, buying a small home in the gritty outskirts of Florence.
When I was 19, I lost my mom and my brother to cancer — my mom passed away first in January of 2010 and then my 23-year-old brother Antony died three months later in April. I wish I could start off by telling you how I felt when it happened, the fucked up sad shit, … Continue reading Florence, it’s always been you
Every morning, I wake up at 7 am. I sit in my kitchen and do my make up on our tiny blue couch while I wait for my coffee. I usually listen to a podcast while I get ready. At around 8:30 am, I drag my bike down three flights of stairs and head to … Continue reading My best friend Gigì