Oh, Arezzo!
It was well after midnight. I was comfortably settled into sleep, when the merriment reached my ears. I rolled over, confident that the revelers would soon find their ways to dreamland. Naturally, hour after hour clicked by and the partying now entered a new phase:...Secrets and Serendipities
My Italy and Rome stays are forever changed! Early last November, I had no idea that I’d make two new friends and find a home in not just one, but two studios. Last autumn, I was busy creating ceramic pieces during my fabulous artist residency at...Course FAQ
What is the difference between a course and a workshop? Courses are usually 8 weeks long and include one-on-one help as well as in-depth discussions on the topics. Workshops are usually 1-2 hour sessions that skim the top of the topic and give you additional...La Dolce Vita/The Sweet Life Masterclass!
Boating on the lake in the Borghese Gardens, Rome Calling all fabulous women 50 and beyond to experience La Dolce Vita (The Sweet Life) If you are a woman who is seeking to get Unstuck, Revitalized, and re-inspired for this next and best chapter in your...A Star Is Born: Rome’s MAXXI Shines Bright
Rome’s hottest iconic museum for modern art and newest star burns brightly near the Flavian Stadium. The Museo delle Arti XXI/ Museum of the Arts of the Twenty-first Century showcases two dimensional art as well as sculpture, video, and multi-media installations that...Feeling of Victory: Vrooming on a Vespa
Had I gone pazzo/crazy? I could hear the voices of tourists expressing their less than favorable opinions of Italian drivers as I fastened my helmet. Between my experience and genuine joy of adventure, those flimsy objections quickly vanished. What could be...Capitoline Hill Giro
Sometimes, public transportation can save soles. Sunday morning, initially, that idea was more urgent than the state of my soul, though I was keen to reconnect with my home church community. After studying the public tram, bus, and metro options from Trastevere, I...When You Least Expect It
When You Least Expect It Barefoot. Standing with the hose on, pouring out cool water to make a nice, squishy mud puddle. Our very own clay quarry. I remember laying in the mud in my backyard, making mud pies with my younger brother. The corner was contained by a...Storms, Baccalà, and Nureyev
Two days before Halloween, extremely high winds racked Rome to the point that public schools were closed. I walked briskly through the cobblestone streets of Trastevere, pivoting at the school, then the plumbago and so forth, picking my way through the labyrinth....
