About me




My name is Marina Viola. I was born and raised in Milan, Italy, but I moved to the US when I met Dan, a very handsome guy with amazing legs. Together, we have three children: Luca, 25 years old; Sofia, 22 years old and Emma, 15 years old. We also have two dogs (Fiona and Rosie), a mean cat (Margot) and a bunch of fish.

I have become a writer but I never planned to, and I usually write in Italian. These are the books I have published so far: 

MIO PADRE È STATO ANCHE BEPPE VIOLA (Feltrinelli)

STORIA DEL MIO BAMBINO PERFETTO (Rizzoli)

LORO FANNO L'AMORE (E IO M'INCAZZO) (Sonzogno)

I collaborate with different Italian magazines and newspapers, such as CULTWEEK, SCARP DE TENIS, PER NOI AUTISTICI, and I have a blog in Italian, PENSIERI E PAROLE.

I also created a podcast for storielibere, USA CON CAUTELA with my friend Federico Bernocchi. My second podcast will come out very soon! You listen to it on Spotify and all other platforms that welcome podcasts.

This blog is my first attempt to write in English.


(In the picture, I am the one with the tattoos)



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