Spring has finally arrived in Brooklyn. I’m writing this post out on the deck, in a short-sleeved t-shirt. After such a drab, low-key winter, any day that brings sunshine and a warm breeze is a gift. The sky is a milky blue filled with jet streams. The birds are alive with conversation–pigeon, sparrow, crow, […]More
Freestyle writing, aspirational musings, singlehood, living in NYC, home ownership, etc.
23 January 2017 Today marks the 17th anniversary of my mom, Lucia Romano Preziotti’s death. For those who knew her personally–sadly only a handful of people left in my life–she was the kindest soul with the strongest heart, a believer in the underdog, and a supportive if quietly reserved #feminist. Born in the late 20s, […]More
one year later … and what I really want to say is how much a year worth of decisions or indecisions can change your life. seriously, what a difference 365 days can make. if you think about it every year is filled with endings and beginnings. people walk into your life and they walk out. opportunities […]More
A lot can happen in two years. A lot did happen in two years. There were a handful of hypnotic eye-opening experiences in India, as well as a slightly disturbing observation in the duty-free shop in Qatar. The stories start here. I came home with a new mindset and a plan to make some serious changes […]More
resting at midnight a day’s worth of spring cleaning just a memory even now amazed by the accumulated clutter of the week. each time I deep dive into the mess, I wonder how does it get here? gremlins, dust bunnies cohorts in a filthy crime to debunk order. I am wistful for stylized minimalism and […]More
What is it about being sick (in this case with a sinus infection/cold/cough) that makes you dream so vividly, almost frighteningly so. In a span of 6 hours, I went from whimsical and positively light reverie to trolling the depths of despair and darkness. late night I am in a deep sleep and the lulled […]More
Taking a cue from Li Jia, the protagonist of Kitchen Chinese, one of the latest books I’ve read I am seizing the moment to write. Free of guilt and disappointment for a week’s worth of posts scribbled in notebooks, ideas jotted on post-its, fleeting sparks of something and then nothing swirling in my brain, allowing […]More