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  • Ever since college, I just kind of assumed that if I ever got married (which I never really believed that I would) that my husband would be foreign. I mostly thought he’d be British or Irish or from some other…

  • 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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    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 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…