Not by the hair….

Not by the hair….

In the harsh light of my hotel bathroom, I caught my first glimpse of an old Italian lady chin. There near my right ear, yet thankfully not directly on my chin was a rouge hair and a gray one at that.  I wondered what would be next, rolled down hosiery into chunky...
5 Quick Reasons I know I am Italian

5 Quick Reasons I know I am Italian

Of course I actually do know that I am Italian but every once in a while, something happens or I do something and it reinforces that gene pool.  So here are my recent confirmations. I have been stockpiling food for Christmas since slightly before Thanksgiving. I mean...