Shit on a Shingle And Other Life Moments
I have a lot going on right now. There’s the book, Naked (In Italy), a dog, a baby, writing jobs, and sometimes I have to sort of clean my house. Sort of. So much shit. Literally, with a dog and a baby my life is mostly covered in some form of doody...please help). Trying to…
Continue reading ➞ I’m Probably Making A Huge Mistake
NAKED (In Italy) will be released soon! Pre-orders will be available soon! I'll keep you updated. Tell your fam, tell your sister-wives, tell your poker buddies and book club to grab a copy to keep me stocked in wine for all of the upcoming readings (if you've ever been to one of mine in the…
Continue reading ➞ Naked (In Italy): A Memoir About the Pitfalls of La Dolce Vita
Yesterday I came home from a little trip to a nearby cafe to find my dog, caked in shit. Human shit. Specifically toddler shit from a diaper he’d dragged out of the bathroom trash where my nanny had stuck her two-year-old’s diaper for reasons I have yet to understand and she’s lucky I love her…
Trigger warning. This is a serious post about a very uncomfortable topic. Leo just turned five months old and I’ve been having a lot of uncomfortable feelings lately. Those two things are unrelated...kinda. Let me start again, I recently watched some terrible video that traumatized me and my anxiety is at peak levels right now…
Continue reading ➞ Real Talk: The Horrible Thing We Don’t Want to Talk About
This Sunday my baby will be twelve weeks old. Which sounds like 3 months to me but is not 3 months because like everything related to children their age is a fucking clusterfuck to figure out.
It's been a wild ride. After we brought him home from the hospital I cried a lot, had a massive anxiety attack, and spent hours wondering why someone would let me leave with a breakable human being. Who decided we were fit to do this?
On January 5th, Francesco and I had dinner at a favorite restaurant of ours, one of those "southern style" places that serve the kind of comfort food that you crave when you're sad and delivers you one meal closer to a heart attack. Francesco was gnawing on fried chicken, I sliced away at fried green…
Continue reading ➞ My Birth Story: My Vagina is Just Fine, Thanks
