Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Friday, March 31, 2017
We have a birthday party to go to tomorrow. The mayor of Montalto is turning 50 something. Yeah, ok, I just added that mayor bit to make David and I sound like we're IN, he's actually our friend Mariano. And he happens to be the mayor of Montalto. And yes, his birthday happens to coincide with april fool's day. That must have been annoying as a child. Anyway, dude is getting the best most serious, NO joke present ever.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Hi. I'm writing because I've just mutilated your lovely book and it seems like I owe you an explanation. See...
Please don't misunderstand this, Liz...can I call you Liz (given ALL that you shared in that book, I sort of feel like I can). Anyway, Liz, I really did enjoy this memoir. Really. The movie was a bit of a let down (Julia, if you are reading this, that was NOT your fault. You did a great job.) but the book was really top-notch. It was all the title promised and more. In fact I liked it so much that it survived our household purge of paperbacks 4 years ago.
But then one day I went to do my morning journaling. Yep I journal every morning, 3 pages, like it or not. Sort of my own version of Eat, Pray, Love except that no one wants to read it and (because?) it consists mostly of to-do lists and bitching about my husbands lack of tidiness....yeah, ok, so it's nothing like Eat, Pray, Love. Anyway, I went to do my writing and I found that I had NO journal into which I could journal. Here's where you come in. I thought, "how can I do my writing, like Liz, if I don't have a journal?!!!" Yeah, so, I grabbed your book and a fat Sharpie and just started writing over top of your writing. Well, then, a few months later there was nothing of yours left to read because every page was covered with "pay water bill, buy dog food, ask David to wash the dishes" in rainbow colors.
Well, then after that was already done I thought, "what the hell, Liz won't mind...." so I ripped the book to pieces
and now I'm making papier mache bowls out of it.
Of all the things you thought would happen to this story when you were writing it, I'm guessing this wasn't one of them....