Ok, ok, I know I am a total wimp. After 20 years of living in Rome, I have lost my Yankee backbone. My tough New England spirit and American true-grit have morphed into something far squishier, the mushy mozzarella method. The other day my cell phone rang on my desk as I was busily editing …
It was still dark in my bedroom this morning when I heard our new dog trotting around my bed, leaving the room, scampering out, trotting back in, around the bed and out again. My husband is away taking my son back to University in Holland, so I grouchily dragged myself out of bed stumbled into …
I don’t know if any of you remember the Enjoli ad back in the 1980s where the beautiful blond wiggled around and sang: “I can bring home the bacon,Fry it up in a pan, And never let you forget you’re a man! “I can work ’til five o’clock,Come home and read Tickety-Tock And if its …
Last week my husband and I celebrated 20 years of marriage with a visit to the Italian village of Ravello, perched on the mountains above the Amalfi Coast with tiny streets, ravishingly beautiful villas with spectacular gardens and magnificent views. I can’t think of any place more romantic than Ravello. We had booked ourselves at …
Today has been one of those days. I don’t even know why, I am just grouchy and frustrated. A wannabee super-mamma with a flat tire, running around going flop, flop, flop with every turn of the wheel. I can’t keep up with work and kids and blog and I want to hop into a brightly …
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Last week I went through one of those traumatic Mamma experiences, booting my biggest birdie out of the nest hoping that he would fly rather than hit the ground. Nico is starting classes tomorrow at Tilburg University in Holland. He will be studying Global Law (apparently Tilburg is one of the best places in the …
I don’t know if this happens to any of you dear Blog Readers, but I am finding that my personality is suddenly being possessed by my profession. Or perhaps my personality has always been what it is and led me into a profession that requires those personality traits. Let me clarify– I am home in …
I am in crammed into a station wagon headed for Milan on Italy’s A1 autostrada with three AP Television colleagues (Paolo Lucariello, Pietro De Cristofaro and Davide Ghiglione). Next to me I have one camera and one computer bag. Under my feet are the metal legs for the platform we have in the back. Also …