To Be or Not to Be an Artist. A Letter To My 17 Year-Old Self

This is a re-post of  something I wrote as a guest blogger for the website, Admitopia. They had asked me to advise teens who were considering going into the arts. In the end, I only felt comfortable advising myself. ___________________________________   Dear high...

Ignorance is Bliss

How lucky I am that no one ever talked me out of pursuing a career in the arts. This morning I was sitting in my favorite Roman coffee bar watching the usual suspects pop in with hearty “buongiornos” to the barista Alessandro, who knows everyone’s...

Welcome to My Hermit Kingdom

I admit it. I am smug. I am smug because for one semester anyway, I am on sabbatical and so far it is everything I hoped it would be and more. Usually I align myself with the struggling underdog masses, and yet at this moment I find myself in the privileged .1% of...

Get Fat. Sleep In. Change Nothing.

I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I just sat down after finally getting a break from six hours of running around after my boys (one who has been up since 4:47AM this morning) and felt like I needed to make a blog post. It’s been ages since I’ve...

The Love of Food Smooths Everything Over: Flashback Friday

This post from January 28, 2007 from my old private blog, “Starting Fresh. From Joisey to Rome” still leaves me with a lump in my throat six years later. — Today after bringing Michael to his bus at Termini for Ciampino Airport, I was left standing...