I type this post-one day before it’ll be published and you’ll read it-on the one year anniversary of the day my life forever changed. Yes, that sounds dramatic-and those of you know me know I have that flair … but this time, it is true. One year ago today I received that middle-of-the-night phone call...Read More
When I last left My Bella Vita I was rushing to the airport in what I hoped would be a superfluous trip to Texas where I’d eagerly meet my family at the hospital, encourage my mother and sister and aid in my father’s slow, but inevitable recovery. I convinced myself somewhere over the Atlantic that my trip...Read More
Much to my father’s disappointment (although he would never admit to having such delusions,) I am having trouble getting this going; searching for the first few lines to begin a dedication to the man who, so far, has made the biggest impact on my life. He became a father very late in life, marrying my...Read More
