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Sorry. I Can’t.

Sorry. I Can’t.

So there we were, having lunch outside Cafe Vert today in the beautiful neighborhood of Monteverde Vecchio on Via Barilli in Rome, Italy. We are two of the most charitable, socially conscious, some would even say enlightened people in the whole city. Heck, let's go...

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Reasons I Can’t Make a Blog Post Today

Reasons I Can’t Make a Blog Post Today

  4th Birthday Party to plan. In-laws coming to visit. Three classes to teach. Younger son has a fever. It's Registration time and 19 advisees with 30 minute appointments each at the University to fit into my schedule. Why do we only have three forks? Have to...

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A Scene From my Charmed Life: Flashback Friday

A Scene From my Charmed Life: Flashback Friday

Damn! It's not often that I am jealous of myself, but after looking for something to post today (Flashback Friday) from my old private blog "Starting Fresh: From Joisey to Rome," it was hard not to drool over the photographs below. Was there really a time in my life...

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Dave the Nightwatchman

Dave the Nightwatchman

This morning some time around 7:30AM, I said goodbye to my beautiful cherubic toddler sons and spiffed-up suited husband as they sat having breakfast. As I headed to work at The American University of Rome, I walked my usual route, stopping by the outdoor market to...

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Can Someone Pick Up Our Mess Please?

Can Someone Pick Up Our Mess Please?

Something for Flashback Friday from my old (private) blog when I first moved to Rome. This entry is dated, October 26, 2007. I just realized that I haven’t posted any photos in a while. Here’s one taken today on the balcony. The sky is overcast here in Rome, but at...

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The Artist’s Guide to Manipulating the Public

The Artist’s Guide to Manipulating the Public

"There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again." — George W. Bush. Nashville, Tenn., Sept. 17, 2002 OK, so it's not just artists who can gain...

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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

  Ask any parent of small children if they had a relaxing weekend and then look and see if they don't twitch just slightly. You're just seeing the car crash in their brains between the memories of weekends they USED to have versus the ones they are now forced to...

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