I was born and raised in Utah. I grew up with a very young, single mother, and a conservative, “old world,” Persian father. After studying literature and sociology in university I moved to Italy to study art, and language. After finishing the program I remained in Italy for various reasons but in reality I think I’m just a glutton for punishment. I married an Italian man and started the clichè story of culture conflict, evil in-laws, and making a huge ass of myself on a regular basis. I work from home as a freelance writer (then why don’t I have better grammar and punctuation skills? I DON’T KNOW), and spend an unhealthy amount of time trying to understand my surroundings which seems impossible. These people are fucking crazy.
This blog honestly documents my journey as an outsider trying to maintain my awesome self while trying to fit in to my surroundings. It’s not a blog about the magic of Italy. I post every Tue and Thur.
I also write a column for The Florence Newspaper, an English speaking newspaper in Florence, as well as onDirtyFilthyThings, a blog of essays and short creative nonfiction stories. I own a design company, House of Ossimori, and I’m an artist (Mourning In Solidarity). I’m currently writing a memoir. I cannot cook toast without burning it.