We happened into a tiny shop just passed the Pantheon called Bartolucci, a charming store of hand crafted children’s toys and gifts.
You are greeted by a smiling, cycling Pinocchio. 256 more words
The “beauty” of stuttering is that you never really know what you’re going to get when you wake up in the morning. You could have a day of misery (even though it’s all in your head — and you shouldn’t be discouraged through the whole day anyway … but, yeah, I know, reality) or you could just start with a fluent ‘good morning’ and carry it all the way through an engaging dinner conversation. 208 more words
Tomorrow night at The Greene Space, I’ll be hosting a conversation with three particularly brave and brilliant Muslim-American New Yorkers who have each made tremendous journeys– with their families, and alone; across the world, and deep into their own hearts. 138 more words
There aren’t any songs that will describe any of my jobs in specific. I’m not Working In The Coal Mine, Working On The Chain Gang, or even Working 9 To 5. 2,335 more words