10 Ways Italy has Changed me

Now that I've decided on Italy and been here for a few years, I think it's time to list all of the strange habits I have developed over time. Naturally, this list begins with food.

Just another sexual harassment Sunday in Florence

This morning, I had coffee and a cornetto and decided to take my dog for a long walk in the city center. It was supposed to be a relaxing Sunday. It wasn't late. It wasn't dark outside. There were thousands of people around. I was wearing glasses. I had hardly any makeup on. I was … Continue reading Just another sexual harassment Sunday in Florence →

Moving to Italy made me lose one of my native languages and I have feelings about it

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.

The new house flooded so I used a broom to sweep out the water as my dog watched.

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. →

I bought a house with no water, no electricity and no heating in Florence.

This is not Under the Tuscan Sun, this is me, buying a small home in the gritty outskirts of Florence.

Florence, it’s always been you

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 →

My best friend Gigì

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 →