I’ve been staring at this blank page for days now because there is something about the “About Me” page that makes me think more than necessary. In general, we are a lot of things to a lot of people that it’s impossible to define. It’s also incredibly narcissistic to detail all your accomplishments in a single entry. I suppose in order to satisfy some notion of who I am here goes: I am a bibliophile, a lover of languages, a lover of words, a feminist mother raising two amazing women, married to a romantic and moody Italian artist, an idealist with pragmatic life goals. I am a dreamer, a reformed smoker, a runner, a gluttonous chocolate lover, and an avid questioner of life. I also love to write, to share my thoughts, and to discuss them avidly.