Marilyn Monroe was right in this, one of her favorite quotes. It’s all make believe. It truly is! I was grocery shopping just yesterday and one of those gossip magazines caught my eye… ‘stars without makeup’. I never buy gossip rags, but I do make an exception when we get to see the stars, the stars everyone tries to imitate because they seem to be so perfect, so flawless, so amazingly beautiful, being, well, so amazingly human! Yes, I bought it. Guilty as charged. I do buy the ‘worse beach bodies’ issues as well. Why? Because then I feel normal, away from the celebrity culture where the woman’s ‘perfect’ body mimics the one of an escapee from a nazi concentration camp. Our current culture glamorizes it even more than people realize. Think about what we see on TV. Every single TV show is filled with a cast of gorgeous, glamourous thin folks, mostlyRead More →

After several months of not going to the Beauty Salon to get my ‘full set’ done I noticed yesterday that my hands were disastrous. Not only they looked like I was a farmer, I have that annoying habit of chewing the skin around it too, so there was blood around it and, frankly, they hurt. Not again!! My husband always tells me I have a non-addictive personality and a few friends have commented on that as well, but there is one thing that I cannot stop and it is biting my nails when I stress out. That’s right, I don’t reach for that Oreo Cookie or pour myself several glasses of Tequila shots, nor I feel the need to take any drugs, I… bite my nails. And while on a broader sense, its a minute problem in comparison, is still a bothersome one. It all started one day on theRead More →

I wrote this as a Facebook/MySpace/Blogspot post a couple of years ago-I tweaked it and updated it a bit but I felt this information is worth sharing and keeping ‘out there’ so to speak. There are quite a few family and friends, including some I’ve reconnected with recently, or within the past couple of years who are not sure what Nicky has or what’s going on with his health, so I figured I’d clue everyone in because in the coming years I will need your support more than ever. In a nutshell, Nicky was born with a skin disorder that falls under the umbrella of Epidermolysis Bullosa, a fancy Latin term meaning Blistering of the Epidermis. There are three main forms of EB, Nicky has the Dystrophic form, the form that makes the deepest wound-a wound that travels down to the dermis, also similar to 2nd degree burn-like wounds. HisRead More →

The day before the tragic events of 9/11, my family nearly avoided a tragedy as well. My mom was recovered at a hospital in Italy and she was not doing good. In the next few days we almost lost her. She started bleeding heavily in the middle of the night and she became unconscious. By the grace of God, a Nurse checked in on her in the nick of time and found her in a pool of blood. The amazing Italian Doctors worked feavereshly to save her, they even got drugs from the US to get her better, she would stay in the hospital 2 months before going home. I was emotional to say the least about the whole thing. Of course I couldn’t talk to her, she was unconcious and then she couldn’t speak at all for sometime, so my dad and my sisters would fill me in allRead More →

About a year ago, when Prince William married Kate Middleton, I ran across an article that stated that the pair were actually 12th cousins, once removed. I was amused. Wow! Being an avid genealogist I think that these findings are quite remarkable. 12th cousins once removed, means the genealogists that researched their ancestries had to go back roughly 12-13 generations to find the common ancestor. Not a hard find since royal roots are well documented. We always hear of these sort of things, I read in another article that President Obama was 9th cousin with Brad Pitt and Hillary Clinton and Angelina Jolie were 9th cousin twice removed. What is this ‘removed’ business you may ask? It’s generational. Say your first cousin has a child. You and this child are not 2nd cousins, you are first cousin once removed.  The grandchild of your cousin is still your first cousin, twiceRead More →

“Everywhere around the world, they are coming to America”… that’s the words of a song  by Neil Diamond which always pulled at my heartstrings. America always enticed me, and while I never planned to live here per se, the idea of adventure, success and fun was always synonymous to it. I grew up in Europe, Italy to be exact. I never realized how different growing up there was until I now compare my son’s childhood in the US with my nieces and nephew back in Italy. There is no comparison. Apples and Oranges.  I can’t even say that one is better than the other, it all depends on what is important to you. Having lived in both places, I have an unique prospective, I can actually compare and contrast without being biased. For example… I love the team spirit of American High Schools, the willingness to make school ‘fun’ no matter theRead More →

Ivrea’s carnival is one of the most famous in the world. It’s a very unique tradition with an equally unique history. Since Ivrea is my hometown I have been quite acquainted with the festivities from a young age, and my sister even served as part of the committee at one point. Most of the photographs on this page were taken from either my sister or myself. Enjoy! In 2016 the carnival celebrated its 209th edition, but its main history dates back to the end of the 12th century, in 1194 to be exact. The earliest beginnings of the Carnival are uncertain, but they do start in the 17th and 18th centuries. At the time, each of Ivrea’s five districts celebrated the occasion in their own unique way, but at the beginning of the 19th century, the free spirit to which this season gives great emphasis, eventually became a cause ofRead More →

“Ivrea la bella che le rosse torri specchia sognando a la cerulea Dora nel largo seno, fosca intorno è l’ombra di re Arduino.” I was born in Italy in an old town called Ivrea and my entire family lives there, so speaking of Ivrea is like speaking of my home, my life, my roots. While my dad’s side of the family comes from a village near Vicenza called Lusiana, my mom was born in Ivrea, my grandmother near Ivrea, my great-grandparents in Ivrea as well and so on. My roots are firmly planted here. Several years ago… 15 to be exact, I bought a rather thick book telling the ‘short story’ of Ivrea and I found it quite fascinating. I never realized how much history my little sleepy town had and how important it was at one time and even recently. Here is my article as I posted it onRead More →