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Seven years ago today, I married Scotty Walsh.

wedding dip

I put on a white dress I bought from my friend who owns Mariel Boutique in Denver, picked some tulips and daffodils growing in our garden and drove with Scotty Walsh to the City and County Building in the center of the town.

There we signed a document, paid a small fee and were legally married in that sterile government building under a banner of dusty silk flowers. Fortunately our inauspicious beginning was NOT a harbinger of things to come.

We walked from the courthouse over to the Denver Athletic Club and stood together as husband and wife on the club’s rooftop terrace.  Although our view stretched out over the Mile High City, there was no way we could literally or figuratively see far enough to imagine the travels and adventures that lay ahead before us.

Our wedding day in Denver!

The photo from our wedding day – published in the Denver Athletic Club magazine!

Since that time, Scotty and I have lived in Paris.   We enjoyed learning about its food (my faves: PAIN AU CHOCOLAT and COQUILLES SAINT- JACQUES), the flower-filled verdant parks and the warm people sometimes hiding behind proud and refined exteriors.



Now we live in Tuscany.  Again, we have enjoyed learning about the food (my faves: BUDINO DI RISO and SUGO DI CINGHIALE!), the sun-filled piazzas,  and the passionate and caring people sometimes hiding behind the teensiest bit of resounding exuberance.



As romantic as it may sound, it isn’t always easy to be the Americans living among different languages and customs. And, of course, we are busy raising our daughter Lulu.  Largely by ourselves since our families aren’t here.  We miss them.  We also miss having a car.  We miss the mundane comforts of knowing a system. Even though the US is not always the easiest place to navigate, we know we can pick up the phone and have a real conversation in our native language.  Here we’re constantly the foreign couple who speak a Tarzan-version of the host-country’s language.

Yes, there's a ball and chain. Yes, there's a rolling pin.  (This is modeled after a famous Buster Keaton photo, FYI)

Yes, there’s a ball and chain. Yes, there’s a rolling pin. (This is modeled after a famous Buster Keaton photo, FYI)

But so far, we have made it.  Together.

Thank you, Scotty, for seven incredible years.  May our adventures continue.


Grazie a tutti! All you wonderful people who have been comforts and friends to us during the past seven years.   Love and baci to you all!

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