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Spring is here! I know I should be happy for the gorgeous weather, the young new leaves, and the litters of kittens and puppies being bo...

Over the Christmas holidays I had an Italian friend visiting with her husband and 2-year-old son. I love them all dearly, and it was grea...

My mom is visiting from Italy. Her presence has of course been a great help with my two children, but has also turned into an opportu...

Up until five years ago, there was only one baby in my life, and she was cuddled and adored beyond imagination. I had hundreds of pictu...

What I love the most about Italian cuisine is its simplicity. There are so many fantastic dishes that rely on just a handful of ingr...

I love the end of summer for a variety of reasons: Days are getting cooler, the sun is not slapping me in the face at every occasion, t...

I need to voice one regret I have about my expat life, and that is that I moved from the horribly humid and mosquito-infested Venice summ...

I love spring because my CSA starts again, rescuing me from a winter of badly-planned grocery shopping where I fill my house with too man...

In the past years, there have been few things that made me happier than the rehabilitation of the egg as a health food. It is real...

My oldest son, MiniBee, turned four (!) a couple of weeks ago, an event that was celebrated with friends and with a deluge of Venice Ca...

Today is Mardi Gras, which is the day of the year I traditionally spend sobbing in my pajamas because of homesickness. The reason? In Ve...

I don't know how many self-professed "bachelors" are among the readers of this blog, but I'll dedicate this post to ...

New Year's is approaching, and I could not be more excited given the tone of the last three months of the year. (As I said else...

The holidays are sneaking up on us with shrapnel-fury (who's the genius who gave us a late Thanksgiving this year???) and demand that we...