Ten years ago, I packed up my life in the states, and moved to Rome, for no other reason than that it felt like where I was supposed to be. I haven't looked back yet. I never cease to be amazed by Rome's endless beauty, delightful curiosities and fascinating mysteries. Everyday I am astounded anew by this glorious town, unless of course I am too busy complaining about the bureaucracy or the drivers that day.
I hail from the glorious Pacific Northwest, and have also lived in Boston and Montreal. My first love is classical singing, and I earned my Bachelor's and Master's degrees in music at New England Conservatory of Music and the University of Montréal, respectively.
These days, I spend my time showing travelers the many wonders of my adopted city and, of course, writing about them. I am a freelance travel and culture writer, my articles having appeared in publications such as The Sydney Morning Herald, The Age, Flydoscope magazine, and numerous guide books, as well as the deputy editor and head writer at Where Rome magazine. With Rome as my muse, I have just completed my first novel, an art mystery for young readers.
After so many years, sometimes I think I should be over Rome by now, but I can't help it. I love the shimmer of the San Pietrini in Trastevere after it rains. I love the churchbells on a Sunday morning. I love the Laocoon. I love the umbrella pine trees. I love that there are six Caravaggios I can see for free anytime my soul needs a lift. And I love that no matter how long I live here, I will never see all there is to see in Rome.