When I think of New Year’s Eve one word comes to mind, nostalgia. It’s a rich word, a full word – carrying with it the history of our past and the story of our lives. To give into nostalgia is to acknowledge that life is bittersweet. We recall all the lives, losses and lessons that …
The countdown is on…only 5 days until Christmas! If you haven’t finished your holiday shopping yet you better get to it. For much of the Christian world that means joining the hordes of last minute shoppers as they brace to face long lineups at their local shopping mall. Oh, the hustle, the bustle, the canned …
When is it too early to decorate for Christmas?
I owe a lot to olive oil. It’s nourished my body, my soul and not least of which, prevented me from having stretch marks when I was pregnant. At least that’s what my tiny, powerhouse of an Italian Grandmother, Carmela promised all the women in the family it would do if we faithfully rubbed the …
Few things give me greater satisfaction than a mind blowing room makeover. I am besotted by ‘before and afters’. Hooked by the much-anticipated ‘reveal’. Driven by a desire to hit the Italian version of a Home Sense store and fill my cart with delectable accessories, carefully color coordinated to make me swoon. I admit it. …
I want to talk about love. And I want to talk about loss. Because to love means you will inevitably experience loss. It is unavoidable, inescapable. A certainty. This won’t be a light read so now is the time to pick up you coffee and walk away if you are looking for a bright and …
This is a story about breathtaking beauty and devastating loss – about resilience, rebirth and the power of nature. It’s a story that proves that even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds, life always finds a way… June 16, 2016 The morning dawns bright, breezy and warm – a perfect spring day in Umbria. …
def: expat /ɛksˈpat/ a person who lives outside their native country To be defined as an expat is to be set apart – to be considered separate from the native people of your adopted culture. It’s a word that’s meant to divide not unite. And for this reason, it’s not a label I’ve ever been …
Italians like to talk – a lot In Italy, there is no such thing as a silent ride home, walking into a quiet bar or hoping to have a moment to yourself if you’re sitting in a piazza with your morning café. It won’t happen. Well, maybe if you are in a major city like …
