And so it begins. My ten year old boy did not hold my hand this morning on our way to school. The dramatic Italian mamma in me is shattere...

As late summer heat continues pummeling the boot-shaped peninsula, Italians run to their fridges to grab their favorite beverages. Forge...

I've been verbal in regards to misconceptions about Italian food and how foreigners mutilate Italian food names. I've written a lot...

I think an apology is in order. I update this blog irregularly. The occasional posts I have been publishing are for the most part links ...

The drive out of Rome to reach today's rural destination is just under two hours. The car swerves down soft verdant curves in the hear...