Curbing our Christmas enthusiasm
Maybe it was something they ate. Maybe they got out of bed on the wrong side. Most likely it’s just a sign of the teenage times. All I know is that it came as a shock. Yesterday, for the first time...
Author: Francesca Prescott
By George, whatever next?!
Some time ago, I entered a contest. The prize was a chance to star alongside George Clooney in a Nespresso commercial. I never heard back from the contest organizers, so I suppose they picked someone...
The beauty of recycling… chandeliers
There’s a funky glass chandelier hanging above my dining room table. It’s big, it’s bold, and – in my humble opinion, at least – it’s beautiful. We’ve had it for years, so the regular...
Are We Cool Yet?
When my brother-in-law went to pick up his ten-year old daughter Giovanna at a birthday party, he found her cavorting on top of a loudspeaker, strutting her stuff à la go-go dancer. Amused and a...
The sweet smell of Smurfcess
It was my birthday last Sunday. How old am I now? Dream on! All I’m willing to reveal is that in the past decade, the state of my eyesight can no longer be associated with regal birds featuring...
If You Don’t Go to the Party, You Don’t Get the Balloon
My niece Flaminia once said, “If you don’t go to the party, you don’t get a balloon.” She was only about seven or eight at the time (she’s twelve now), and I doubt she realized how profound...
I’m a rock star too!… relatively speaking
With my birthday on November 9th, and my romantic comedy, “MUCHO CALIENTE!”, released on November 11th, I thought next month couldn’t get any more exciting. I was wrong. On the day my book is...