I found an unexpected moment of quiet tonight. As the dusky sky, a yellowed pink hue, gave way to dark blues, I sat on my sofa in the glow of my Christmas tree.…

In honor of Friday the 13th, here’s a quick blurb from my book, The Italian Holiday. The characters just happen to be discussing Friday the 13. Only they are in Florence, in the…

My internal playlist continues to fluctuate between the song “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac and “It’s The End of the World” by REM.  How bout you? Anyway, they say you come across what…

My friend Ariane sent me a text the other day with this question. “What is one book you wished everyone would read?” And I haven’t slept since. That’s not completely true, I haven’t…

This is the time of year I yearn to settle into fall quotes and long rambling sentences while I make fun of the abundance of pumpkin spice flavored items. But this year, the…

“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have…

My dad was a teacher. My mother-in-law is a teacher. A LOT of my friends are teachers. I’ve had an unfettered glimpse into the world of the teacher; their lives and the work…

On March 13 we made this sign in solidarity with my family in Italy that had gone into Quarantine. Andra Tutto Bene = Everything is going to be okay. It was an Instagram…

Music has always been the backbone of my family. Growing up, my dad played guitar and piano and my mom sang and taught children’s choir and later was part of the music group…

A few years ago I found this saying that just resonated with me. It pinpointed how I’ve often felt about myself. April is National Poetry Month. Of course, the way things are going, the…