How We Will Survive

They day before we were leaving Quincy, it was the Mr’s birthday and we decided to celebrate the only way we know how: by hitting the town and seeing what Quincy had to offer. By pure accident, we stumbled upon The Drunk Brush – a wonderful little Italian bar run by Ricco from Naples (the…

The time has come

Yesterday it was time. And never has Kahlil Gibran’s On Children, been more suitable. I don’t think I ever have hugged him as hard as I did at the airport yesterday. I don’t even remember telling him that I love him. On the other hand I have done so 7000 times before. But I told…