I am a liar. I lie with a smile plastered on my face when the world is crumbling around me. I lie to ease the pain of strangers just to witness a glimpse of hope on their faces. I lie to erase the guilt of loved ones who neglect me during my dark times. I have… Continue reading Liar
I guess this technically should've been my first post. Similar to the way novels start in the middle of the story, this would've been the first chapter of my life. Before arriving to Italy, I was clueless at to what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted this new stage in my life… Continue reading Welcome to Italy
For as long as I can remember I regarded Jamaica Kincaid as one of my favorite authors. However, I had the horrific realization that I couldn't remember any of her works; I couldn't associate a specific element of literature with her. All I knew for sure was her name sounded like poetry and she is… Continue reading “Annie John” by Jamaica Kincaid
After days of either running jogging walking or working, I made my way to one of my fave towns — Civitanova. Since I have not been out here on a Sunday in a long time, I was pleasantly surprised to see a market was going on. This market did not feature as many vendors as the weekly… Continue reading To Market, To Market.
This platter was a pleasant surprise! First off, I didn't expect it to be so huge. My friend was under the impression that it was going to be a bowl of salad, and I mentally prepared myself to devour such. Instead I was presented with a mini feast of sorts. No complaints at this table.… Continue reading Veggie Heaven in a Meat Haven
Most , if not all, of us have at least one fond memory from our childhood that brings a smile to our faces. Others, have traditions that they take with them well into adulthood. Whilst I have many (like making sure to be at home as New Year's Eve turns into the New Year), one… Continue reading Childhood Traditions: Doo Wop Bops
I have a weird phobia ... Globophobia: a fear of balloons. Now, this isn't an invitation for you to appear in front of me Pennywise style with a bunch of balloons -- that might earn you a punch to the nose. My problem with balloons is that it makes my anxiety blastoff whenever I see,… Continue reading Conquering Phobias
Roaming Kitty 