My happy place has meatballs

I am overdue for a visit to my happy place. I try to go once every few months, just for the rush of energy to welcome in a new season and all the lovely seasony things that go with it. Some may scoff, but my friends all know that when I check in on Facebook … Continue reading My happy place has meatballs

Richard Simmons has nothing on me

I’m extra cranky tonight. I'm on a two-week diet and all I want is the bag of jellybeans I have hidden for when this damn diet is over. I suppose it doesn’t make much sense that I hid them, since I know exactly where they are. I guess I trust myself to have that knowledge, … Continue reading Richard Simmons has nothing on me

The Mouth of Truth

The Mouth of Truth (La Bocca della Verità) resides in the portico of the basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin in Rome. As with most people, I first learned of this sculpture from the movie “Roman Holiday” starring Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn. A young Gregory Peck fed into my attraction for freakishly tall, dark … Continue reading The Mouth of Truth