Let me begin saying that I know perfectly that me-twenty-years-from-now will think “Oh, sweet summer child!”, à la Martin. While my mother or my granny would simply say “Oh you little thing, you still have polenta to eat!” (like, in,…

Let me begin saying that I know perfectly that me-twenty-years-from-now will think “Oh, sweet summer child!”, à la Martin. While my mother or my granny would simply say “Oh you little thing, you still have polenta to eat!” (like, in,…
Two saturdays ago was my gramma’s birthday, she turned 82. Repeat after me: eighty two years old. What a number! For the occasion I regressed to a much younger age and, for the present, I trusted my old beads and…
I don’t know if it’s just me, the flowerchild I am, or if it’s the same to everyone, but organizing a wedding, our wedding, has been a path of personal growth. I’ve learned a couple of things, so it feels…
I can’t write this post. I can’t! But since 90% of the curiosity about a wedding is “What was the bride like?”. White, usually. Just to say. Weeeell, well, well, let’s see. White, I was in white. It was not…
I quote two movies on a regular basis, one is Labyrinth, the other is The Addams Family 2. The other day I was a little nostalgic, since I quoted something random, so I googled a bit. And I found this…