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.
While I was having my morning coffee and scrolling, I saw a picture of Agata with her gorgeous dog literally attached to her hip and I was like "WHO IS THIS BADASS WOMAN RUNNING IN THE ITALIAN WOODS WITH HER DOG ATTACHED TO HER HIP AND HOW CAN I GET TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW?"
Yesterday was my first day back at work since lockdown restrictions slowly began lifting here in Italy.
Yesterday was my 30th birthday. My original plan was to go to Southern Spain. Or Portugal. Or Ireland. But here I am, writing to you from my apartment, still in lockdown.
