I drink red wine, I am a teacher, I write - sometimes I manage to combine two of those things at once but never all three.
I am concerned with life’s Big Questions:
If I’d got a dog first, would I have bothered having children?
Why’s it so hard to get a grip in life?
How can being Italian make you so proud and so ashamed all at the same time?
Why is it so hard to say no to food?
If I share my random thoughts with others, does that make me a writer?
Why do we need our friends so much?
Why does everyone hate teachers; even teachers?
Why is everyone so afraid so much of the time?
Are things getting worse?
Why doesn’t everyone wear lipstick?
Is reading newspapers bad for you?
Am I a dog or cat person?
Why do I always feel guilty?
Is it ok to dump a book after fifty pages?
Why is it so hard to count your blessings?
What is the point of PMS?
How do people with wheat allergies cope without pasta?
Is Sudoku Satan’s own work?
Why don’t they teach atheism in schools?
What would Madonna do?