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’m going to be honest with you — I wouldn’t describe myself as ambitious. I know today’s society wants all of us to be job hungry and earning thousands per month, but that’s just not me. I want to get in, get out, get paid and pop open a bottle of red wine in the backyard at the end of the work day.
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.
It's looking like it might be a hot minute until someone can take us all dancing and for juicy vegetarian kebabs…Italian lockdown has been extended until May 3rd, and I'm trying to keep my cool, but the cabin fever is getting real — even for a homebody like me.
When I was 9, I used to love chatting with 30-year-old men from far away countries on ICQ. When asked A/S/L, I was either 24/F/California or 17/F/Florida, depending on the way my creative juices were flowing that day.