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  • Francesco and I were in Cassino, Italy, for two weeks for our niece’s communion. For those of you that didn’t grow up Catholic (like I didn’t), it’s a Catholic rite of passage and-let me google it. Wikipedia says, “In the…

  • You might have noticed that over the past couple of weeks my site has been “under construction,” while I gave her a little facelift. And ta-da! Here she is! Mostly, I should say, because she’s not totally finished but at…

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    Dirty Knees

    June 18, 2017

    Dirty knees. Francesco and I were driving from Cassino to Atina when I looked over and saw a kitten, maybe three weeks old, sitting bewildered in the middle of a parking lot driveway. I screamed “stop!” And jumped out of…

  • People are people.   Let’s try that again. In every country in the world you’ll find assholes and, if you dig deep enough, you’ll find incredible people who inspire you and who you’ll bond with and get all excited when…

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    WOOT! Sound The Bells

    January 30, 2017

    So, after a turbulent three-month battle with depression and anxiety, the clouds have parted, and I’m feeling GREAT. The meditation, vitamins, therapy, and very low dose of Gabapentin have been feeling more or less back to myself. Which is annoying…

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    Italy Gave Me PTSD

    December 19, 2016

    Italy gave me PTSD, guys. Just kidding. It just might have made some serious anxiety I already had worse. As you know, I’ve been struggling with what can best be described as a total mental breakdown that came out of…

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    Emergency

    August 5, 2016

    Guys, we have an emergency situation. As many of you know, F and I are in the US right now. He’s doing an MBA and I’m doing book things. However, enough is enough,  Francesco is starting to scare me. I…

  • As you guys know, Francesco and I don’t have kids of our own yet. (Or of someone else’s. We haven’t stolen them, either). Mostly because pregnancy scares me, almost as much as squeezing a giant creature out of my vagina.…

  • As we speak, Francesco is lying in the backyard bleeding to death. At least, that’s what I’m imagining since I left him unsupervised with a weed-whacker. You would think that his life calling was to be in lawn care. I’ve yet…

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