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I attempt to prove I'm a competent adult, despite what my plumber thinks.
In an attempt to be more jolly this holiday season, here are the silver linings to my recent grievances.
Too legit to quit, ragazzi.
“I don’t think I have the right ticket…” I text Alberto from a bus -- a bus that I’m riding illegally without any valid documents aside from an old Iowa driver’s license.
Riding the Milan subway makes me feel like a globetrotter who’s got places to go and people to see (I don’t, usually).
I don't enjoy cooking but I do like homemade Italian food and interesting dinner companions.
After all we've done for you, you ungrateful son-of-a-me.
Despite my best efforts to avoid a fight on the first day of school, I have to flee a brawl.
My husband has many talents (e.g. making risotto, doing mental math, assembling IKEA furniture), but teaching me his native tongue is not one of them.