There is a TV show that I am obsessed about… Project Runway. I sit there with my glass of wine and watch in awe. I like it not because I am in any way, shape or form a “Fashionista” (although I do like nice clothes), but because the designers amaze me of what they can do with a piece of fabric. You see… I can’t do that. I tried… and I just… can’t. This bugged me for a long time because I come from a family of seamstresses. My mom used to make our clothes when we were little, my aunt in Italy was a seamstress by trade and used to give us plushes and fancy pillows she made herself and my other aunt even made Barbie clothes for Mattel. Driven to just wanting to learn, I even took a sewing class in High School and I got an F.Read More →

A few years ago I had a brief encounter with a little girl that I am still thinking about. I was at Children Hospital Los Angeles with my boys; Nicky had an appointment with the endocrinologist (I think?) and on our way out a couple was behind us with this little sweetheart in a big stroller. She had a flower on her hair and a frilly dress on, but what gave us pause was her face. Despite having some sort of excess bone growth condition, which made her head 2-3 times bigger than normal, she sported the sweetest smile on her face. I told the boys to smile and wave back, which they did, and it wasn’t until we were in the elevator that they asked me all sorts of questions. They wanted to know what she had. I of course had no idea. I looked it up online butRead More →