Let me sum up a few of the ridiculous events of the past two weeks of my life for you right here. Running in the gravel park should really just be off limits for someone with my ankle-twisting history, but what can I say, I like to live on the wild side. The… Read More If you fell on your ass this week, I did too, several times actually
I am a woman. I am an immigrant. I am white. I am an American citizen. I am many things. On January 21, 2017, one day after the inauguration of Donald J. Trump, I took a bus to the center of Florence to join in solidarity of the Women’s March. I wasn’t alone, in Florence… Read More Why march? #womensmarch
Well, sweet friends, it’s official. Today, the 20th of January in the year 2017, the United States of America inaugurated Donald J. Trump as their 45th President.
While the extent of DJT’s foreign policy thus far seems incredibly divisive, what with the wall talk and such, I’m still going to try and keep the calm. Team Trump established their official slogan “America first” and asserted that “America will start winning again.” I can’t put those words in a context that tranquillizes them. … Read More How to Talk About Donald Trump in Italy
I generally try really hard to “blend in” culturally. Yes, I have pale skin and green eyes, but what I lack in swarthiness I gain back in frizzy hair so I can generally pass for just another Italian at a quick glance. I am a proponent for respecting all cultures, but there are some behaviors of mine I just can’t seem to let go of that really bother my beloved Italians. Scusa! Sorry, not so very sorry!… Read More 5 Things I do that Piss off the Italians
While you’re all busy Januarying, don’t be afraid to dare to get a little wild with your cavolo ner0 (black cabbage) which Americans taught me to call lacinato kale. Now that I know in Italian it translates as black cabbage, I will from now on refer to this green by it’s undeniably more badass name.… Read More disaster salads // what to do when your Italian mother-in-law gives you loads of lemons
I admit that I am not organized or all that disciplined. My focus tends to last as long as my carbohydrate supply (somebody had panettone for dinner not naming names). I can be impulsive and irritable. I am feisty and scatter-brained and clumsy. And that’s okay.… Read More My Mission: Self-Love and Compassion
Hey 2016, I see you there, all beat up, bruised, and despised. WHAT a year. I think we are all ready to move on from this shameover of a year. Here are some of my highlights- humorous and (semi)-serious.… Read More 2016: Best // Worst