Salve, amicae. This villa in Baiae is home to a schizophrenic who thinks she has another life in ancient Greece. However, in this existance, I read, I watch the warm colors of the sea, and welcome any friends who happen to drop by. I'm told that Rome's largest butterfly collection can be found in the garden.

If anyone actually reads anything I write, please do be kind. If I can remind you of what the poet Martialis wrote: If, Caesar, you happen to take hold of my books, put aside the stern brow that is master of the world. Your triumphs also are used to putting up with jesting, and there is no shame in a commander being the butt of jokes. I pray you read my poems with the same expression with which you watch Thymele and the mocking Latinus. Censorship can permit harmless amusement: my page is playful, my life is virtuous.

If there is anything I can ever do for you, let me know. Helping others is my greatest joy. I can be contacted by clicking the button below or the butterfly will bring me an odd thing called an offline gram. Please, enjoy the rest of your visit.