I started writing this at 4:18am because it was about 40 degrees in Florence and I couldn't sleep. And what do you do when you can't sleep? You remember that weird period of your life when you were a gymnast and would spend more time walking on your hands than on your feet. When I [...]
I'm not going to pretend like I didn't just aggressively storm away from my new home with a sweaty pink mask dangling off my face and Kiwi struggling to keep up under the blistering June sun because I found yet ANOTHER problem with the house and was convinced for a solid hour that someone had [...]
I have a confession to make: I have a really big cloud of darkness inside of me. Or maybe it's around me. All I know is it's kind of always there.
I know it might seem like I'm a social butterfly because I talk to my phone sometimes in my Instagram stories, but in the flesh, I'm a little weird. Not like WEIRD WEIRD, just a little introverted. I've always been this way. I love humanity and I love meeting people, but it needs to be [...]
A few days ago, I asked my friends in my Instagram stories what I should write about. I’ve been having a bit of a creative BLOCK if you will. I got a few requests for my Italian citizenship story so I knew the time had come to share the juicy details.
I thought I'd focus on the random acts of kindness that made my 2020 just a little bit brighter.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve taken the time to sit down and write about how things have been going with my house renovation in Florence.
I usually have a glass of wine or four before writing on here so if this post is a little tame, it's because my creative juices have been RUDELY BLOCKED BY A ROUND OF ANTIBIOTICS. I, like most, am not a huge fan of the dentist. Having someone drilling, banging and renovating inside of my mouth [...]
You know when you're on Instagram, and you're in so deep, like really deep, and you don't know how you got there? Yeah, that's what happened when I found Laura Manganaro one night. I had gone through I can't even tell you how many profiles, and scrolling down to like 2016 (DON'T ACT LIKE YOU [...]
My cousin Michael died yesterday. He was 38. He married his wife Rebecca less than two years ago. It was a perfect September day in Ontario. On the morning of the wedding, I was jet-lagged after flying in from Italy the night before and was already wide awake at 4 am.
