Anyone who knows me knows that Kyle Kimerer is the light of my life. He’s my heart and soul — my baby boy. He’s the best parts of both Kerry and yours truly. Only way better on all counts. He’s charismatic and handsome and funny and brilliant and kind and incredibly wise. Objectively ...
You know how, after you’ve had a sleepless night, the next day is like, um, a living version of Salvador Dahli’s “The Persistence of Memory”? You’ll recall his (arguably) most famous painting in which there are a bunch of melting stopwatches. And they’re on the beach. Oh, and one ...
There’s a debate that’s been going on for many, many years. Perhaps decades. Shoot, I don’t know, maybe even centuries? It has to do with pain tolerance and who does it better, boys or girls. Hmm. If I’ve heard this quote once, I’ve heard it a thousand times — and I am, for ...
I was chatting with my bella cousin Mary Ann recently. Oh, bella means beautiful, for y’all non-Italians, BT dubs. Anyway, my cugina (come on now, you can figure that one out on your own, no?) and I were waxing nostalgic, philosophical, political and flipping hysterical as we laughed and talked and sipped our coffee. And it was while we both enjoyed what Pop always called “una tazza de cafe” that we realized that we have some kooky coffee customs in common. Quirky cousins. Correction, semi-pazzo (aka, crazy) Italian cousins — we are an odd lot. We have some shared traits, ...
I’ve learned a lot of stuff in my 53 years circling the sun. Some of it really, really helpful. Some of it I immediately filed into the BFI dumpster, yo. But most of it accumulated over the last 26 years, since I married that cute boy with the adorable smile on Sept. 2, 1995. When you live with someone for more than a quarter of a century, you start to get a feel for their general likes, dislikes and, you know, insanely annoying habits, quirks and generally annoying traits. For the record, this goes both ways; PK is likely a creature of notoriously neurotic norms, natch. ...
You know what’s really cool about finding a mouse in your house? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Niente — that would be Italian for nuttin’. I know, I know. People think mice are cute. You know, because they’re all furry and fuzzy and squeaky. Hmpf. Plus, they’ve got those adorably ...
