I often look at my life and wonder how did I get here? There have been so many twists and turns, ups and downs and flat out moments of stop the world I want to get off. Through it all, I’ve come to understand that everything has a purpose. Oftentimes, it’s hard to understand why things happen. I many never know why. As a woman of faith, I believe that “…we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (

I make it a point to pay attention to subliminal signs and what they could mean. For the last week, I kept seeing and hearing things about tearing down walls. This resonated deep within me. It got me thinking about the word wall. When I hear the phrase, It’s Like Talking to a Brick Wall, my immediate reaction is someone doesn’t listen and is closed off. Another is, His back is against the wall. My response is someone is out of options. How about, He’s walled off. Nothing’s

As a kid growing up in an Italian-American family, food was such a major part of our lives. Every day, my mother, my aunt and my grandmother created amazing meals in their tiny kitchens. They got such a sense of satisfaction when the family would chow down and just enjoy all their hard work. My grandmother would sit back with that look of satisfaction as she watched us eat heartily, especially her four grandchildren. She would always say, “GUSTO”. My little niece, Brenna, ce

After each performance of It’s Only Lipstick, I would get asked, “What was your process?” Hmmmmm. Thinking about it now, it’s not about how