Fly Bravely Takes Flight

My name is Lia Buffa De Feo. Welcome to my corner of the internet.

Hi.

I didn’t know I wanted to write a newsletter. I knew I wanted to write a book, a memoir of a season of my life that was extremely difficult. A season that taught me I am stronger than I knew and more resilient than I imagined I could be.

I am writing that book, and in the depths of researching the book marketing process, multiple established authors suggested I begin a newsletter in parallel, so I decided to give it a shot. I’m excited to be here and glad you are, too.

As a true New Yorker, I'm thrilled to share my hometown with you. Having grown up in Brooklyn, spent my youth on Long Island, and now raising my own family in the city, New York is in my blood. As a licensed NYC tour guide, I can’t wait to take you through some of the city's most unexpected and fascinating places.

A creative at heart, I’ll explore what creativity means to me through photography, crafts, the art world, and writing. In the corporate world, I am a brand builder and have worked for companies including Food Network, Martha Stewart, Uncommon Goods, and Getty Images. I’ll be bringing you anecdotes and learning from those experiences. I’m a mom, stepmom, wife, and daughter. Some weeks, we’ll talk about family life—the work that is closest to my heart and the subject of my memoir—my season of infertility, infant loss, and my road to motherhood through surrogacy.

The road of life can get rocky—I’ve consumed tons of ice cream to prove it—but there is power in resilience and human connection. I’m proof you can discover joy if you are determined to keep moving.

Thanks for being here. If you love what you see, please share this with everyone.

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Image of the Week

The cherry blossoms are in bloom in NYC. 

This ancient Egyptian obelisk is behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Central Park. It was installed in January 1881 and is the oldest outdoor monument in NYC. You can learn more about its history here.

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Words of the Week

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all - 

-Emily Dickinson

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