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...
The many faces of coffee.

The many faces of coffee.

It is no secret that I am a coffee fanatic.  I drink coffee all day long and sleep like a baby after a nice strong late night cappuccino. I have three coffee makers, two French presses and the Italian coffee pot, Bialetti. Matter of fact, I had coffee tcby yogurt for...