Wedding Bells & The Blue Shoes
I am not the first to write about a wedding and neither will I be the last. My…
I write stuff.
I am not the first to write about a wedding and neither will I be the last. My…
“I would imagine us at the fair, walking hand-in-paw, sharing an ice cream…carrot, of course.”
“They were the same little people whose snowy socks went around and around my dryer…”
Look, it is not a lot to ask, I don’t think. After years and years and sleepless nights…
Of all the things I thought would make me happy in this life, I was completely unprepared for…
Six months, now. We have our favorite curry cashews. We now have fresh basil growing on our windowsill.…
We were in this country for so very long before we made it down to Roma. So…
Alas, duty, invitation and ‘mini-break’ have brought us to the land of pommes frites. Here it is green…
Look at me, walking down the street. I have a swagger. My swagger says that I have almost…
Not because of the hump on my back or because of mia pancia (…eating cheese? me? No…) But…
Venice…Venezia. I want to embrace you. Wrap my arms around you. I adore you. I am excited just…
It is my first time in England. Me, who called our rabbit King George because he thought he…
Today I learned to swear. Like…really. My family will tell you that like — for a million years…
Weeks ago, before we arrived, I was talking to someone about our upcoming adventure. “You know”, she told…
Avevo paura…ho avuto paura…avevo avuto paura. Prima, avevo paura delle molte cose. I have been afraid…I was…