2017 has been a hell of a year. In my journal, I flippantly wrote, ‘2017 the year I lost the Bij and my boob.’ It was only 50% true. I still have my breast. It all started after the Women’s March in January. Eight or ten friends walked to the march. The crowds were massive, and the group I went with wanted to move from the place we’ve been standing in for more than an hour. … [Read more...]
Rome Day Three: Where I Fell In Love…Again
Mz. Riz and I set out to walk to the Coliseum and Forum. The crisp blue skies of our Vatican visit lay behind a shroud of gray, muting the majesty of domes, softening their edges. The Tevere's waters rush powerfully under bridges. The walk is slow. I have seen many beautiful sites in these three days yet the glimpse of Mz. Riz wrapped in her scarf watching the river fills my … [Read more...]
