A few magical things happened over winter break. And a few of them pertain to my lovely bicycle, which I have named Atticus. It seemed fitting for a strapping young (old) bike with a dignified light…which before I left for break didn’t work…or at least I didn’t know how to turn it on. Considering the…
“Family means too much, friends are too valuable, and life is too short, to put off sharing with people, how much they really mean to you and pursuing whatever it is that makes you happy” -Chuck Wiltraut
“What a nice night for an evening” -Steven Wright So, I think that I am so in love with Italy, that it has turned me into a new parent, fawning over my new baby, so completely sure that this is the first, the smartest, and the best drool producing baby in the world.
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.” – my main man…Ralph Waldo Emerson This year I acted like a grown up (kind of). I didn’t pass Christmas at home or with my biological family. I am planning on moving forward with my adult life, but negating that…
So these past couple of days I have felt like a serious stereotypical grown up woman (Italian) housewife. I did things like made lentil soup complete with the de-casing of sausage, which is territory I have never crossed into before. I cleaned things with vinegar, including soaked my jeans in it, I washed a sweater…
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