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Words on Inspiration

Find Inspiration in Unexpected Ways

As we navigate the ebbs and flows of life, at times we tend to feel stuck. Do you feel like you are in a creative slump lately? If so, what you may be missing is the right type of inspiration. It is easy to be motivated by deadlines and finances, but this doesn’t really work when it comes to your creativity, whether you use it for hobbies, art, your daily life, writing, or even in your job. Here are some unexpected ways you can find inspiration.

Get Writing

Start writing absolutely everything down. Try the stream of consciousness form of journaling where you just write whatever comes to mind. Write good idea and bad ideas, write fiction or poems, write detailed to-do lists, and write what you did today. Write about your goals and dreams, write about your strengths and weaknesses. Write about your accomplishments and failures. This is a really effective way at learning more about yourself and understanding where and how you got stuck, and why you ended up in a creative rut. It’s a great way to release the overflow of information that can constantly run in our minds.


Read Something New

Always keep reading and learning! Reading provides some amazing benefits when you feel stuck and uninspired. The trick here is not to just stay in your own reading comfort zone. Find a different genre, a new author, something you never thought you would be interested in. Go to a completely different section of the library or book store, pick up something at random, and just start reading. It stimulates new thoughts that may be just what you’re looking for to be inspired.

Find New Surroundings

If you do the same thing every day and always see the same thing, it can be really hard to find inspiration. Especially when the gray Cincinnati weather hits! Go outside, find a new place to explore, and change your surroundings. This alone can be amazing for getting inspired, and getting some brand new ideas. Spending time outside, no matter what the weather, is always good the the body, mind and soul. There is a natural energy field that emanates from the earth. Walking outside lets you tap into this energy and can be invigorating.

Reduce Your Distractions

You may also be dealing with a creative slump due to all the distractions in your life. Start reducing them if you feel they are causing creative blocks, from things and situations, to people. A great way to do this is to sit quietly for 10 – 15 minutes every day. Turn the volume off on your cell (but you can still set the timer). Close your eyes and feel your breath. Nothing is that urgent that is has to happen at a moments notice. Give yourself this “adult time out” and you’ll gain clarity and calm.

Practice Self-Care

For so many years I neglected this truly important act. I think as women, we are raised to give and led to believe it’s selfish to be concerned with ourselves. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Sometimes we have to put our spouse or children or job etc…, you name it, first, but that leaves the sometimes you need to put You first. You are not just a mother or father, friend, neighbor, executive or co-worker. You are a human being that has needs you need to take care of yourself, including your physical, mental, and emotional health. You can’t fill from an empty cup. If you are depleted, you have nothing to give. Practicing self-care can help you relax and help with gaining more clarity. When you are replenished, there is more to give. If you are giving from an empty place, it could even cause one to feel resentment, and that’s not good for anyone. So take time to take a relaxing stroll while listening to your favorite music, book a massage, stop for coffee, or my favorite, have a facial of course!

With the holidays rapidly approaching, find your inspiration and make sure you enjoy your life to the fullest.


Food, Wine & Facials!

Thinking about spending some time with friends? Book the Barre and have a facial together. It can include a no downtime peel with a mineral makeover, vanilla goji berry masks and more. I have a lot of options and I’ll customize it with whatever suits your skincare needs!

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Made In Italy Facials

Made in Italy Facials


 December!  It encompasses the  good, bad and ugly all rolled up into 31 days of race to the finish line crazy….Shopping, decorating, cooking, parties, eating… too busy and too much food?  It’s the perfect time to schedule an hour facial and add a detoxing body wrap.

December’s feature facial  features skincare products directly from Italy,  land of olive groves, vineyards and beautiful skin.  The made in Italy facial is only available when you book a European or Rejuvenating Facial. These products are not for retail sale but you can experience them as part of your 60 or 90 minute relaxing spa facial.

During your facial,  you will be nestled in a heated, soft bed while relaxing to the sounds of classical music.  Your skin will be treated to steam and a deep yet gentle cleansing to remove the dead skin cells that dull and clog the surface layer leaving you with a fresh glow for the holidays.

 Organic essential oils blends are chosen based on your unique needs. These will be infused during a facial massage that includes the shoulders, décolleté, neck and scalp and even your hands and arms are treated and tension released.The massage is pivotal in leaving you centered and focused and able to  better deal with the stresses of everyday life.

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 This month when you schedule a facial, you will also be helping survivors of domestic violence as a portion of my December sales will go directly to Women Helping Women of Cincinnati, Ohio.

Book a Facial today and you’ll not only feel and look rejuvenated but you will be helping our community as well.

Help Support Women Helping Women

Help Support Women Helping Women of Hamilton County

You can help support Women Helping Women of Hamilton County this December by simply booking a facial.  Because December is the time of year we consciously think about giving,  Rejuvenating Skincare with Angela is giving 10% of the sale of every facial to Women Helping Women of Hamilton County.

Women Helping Women empowers survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence and stalking by providing advocacy, support and options for safety and educates the community to create social change. They operate a 24 hour hotline. It has long been a love of mine.  The staff works hard so let’s help them out this year. All you have to do is relax and enjoy a 60 or 90 minute facial! I have many too choose from and treat every skin type.

I’m happy to offer a new facial this month I call “MADE IN ITALY”. Featuring fine European skincare products and will be available as long as supplies last. Don’t know what kind of facial is best for your skin? Don’t worry, I’ll pick the one that’s right for you. Book Online or text/call 513-304-0257.

Book a facial and help empower survivors.

Born to Work the Fourth of July

From Fireworks to Facials – 4th of July Edition

4 Rozzi Sisters - Nancy, Angela, Paula and Louise
4 Rozzi Sisters – Nancy, Angela, Paula and Louise

I was born into a fireworks family. Family businesses are a little crazy because, well do I really need to state the obvious? Throw Italian and fireworks in the mix and it’s kicked up a notch. The Rozzi’s have been making, displaying, selling, eating (ok, that’s going a little far), breathing and living fireworks since before 1895.

My great grandfather, Paul Rozzi, started our first factory called New Castle Fireworks, Co. in New Castle, Pa. soon after immigrating here from Pietramelara, Italy. My Grandfather, Arturo Rozzi, the founder of Rozzi’s Famous Fireworks and The Tri-State Mfg. Company, settled our factory here in Loveland, Ohio, after several failed attempts to start factories in a variety of places He ended up here after he landed an 8 night summer gig at Coney Island in the early 1930’s. It gave him enough to start his dream again. I remember Coney Island had an awesome official announcer who introduced the fireworks and said at the end of his intro, “And now Mr. Rozzi, on with the show!” I thought he was famous throughout the world. He made great fireworks, drove a Black Cadillac, had playboy magazines in his office (typical Italian man) and was generous and kind. When we visited the factory he said, “ Put out your hands” and he’d give you as much change as you could hold…. this was when a coke in a machine was probably a dime.

Arthur Rozzi, Founder of Rozzi's Famous Fireworks in front at our factory ages ago.
Arthur Rozzi, Founder of Rozzi’s Famous Fireworks in front at our factory ages ago.

My grandfather left his Father (My great grandfather Paul) to start his own business. The story my Dad told me was that they couldn’t agree on much. Arturo wanted to do things differently. So he did. I know he was an artist and an innovator. He was passionate about fireworks and nothing stopped him from following his dreams. I know he didn’t get it right the first time or the second and actually I don’t know how many times it took, but he got up and tried again. If not, we wouldn’t have ended up in Cincinnati making fireworks.

Women working in process building
Women working in process building

Our factory made two types of fireworks, the kind you see at big displays (1.3G) and the backyard variety (1.4G). Our reputation in the industry was unsurpassed in both. With my grandfather’s creative mind and together with his sons working by his side,( My Father and Uncle), they created one of a kind fireworks with skill, precision and innovation. Every documentary or news article that has ever been done on Rozzi’s usually focused on the big displays and our beautiful (1.3g) shells. I’d like to take this little blurb to tell you a bit about our backyard line and how innovative it was at the time.

We made a full line 1.4G fireworks (back in the day they were referred to as class C for Common) including fountains, rockets, roman candles, aerials and our patented 2 Stage Silver Jets. Pre 1960’s you could have included M-80’s and Cherry Bombs and Silver Salutes, We supplied most stands in open states across the USA as we were the largest manufacturer when U.S. manufacturing was in it’s hey day and sent out tractor trailer loads daily and employed over 100.

My Grandfather invented the Two Stage Silver Jet. It was the first firework made using a plastic molded piece. When placed on a hard surface facing the right way up it soared upward like a helicopter with tremendous force, paused mid air, and took off again mid air. They were red and blue and some people called them “flying brats”, like the sausage…How Cincinnati is that? We also manufactured an item called “The Rocket To The Moon”. The rocket came with it’s own 45Lp (that’s an old school music app for those who don’t know) that played a real NASA countdown recording.   Every June, we opened up our shipping garage and sold our overruns and to the general public. This is what my sisters and I did for 4 weeks every summer. I’ve had a love/ hate relationship with it ever since.

I started working in the summers selling when I was 12 years old right at the start of summer vacation until the 4Th of July. (hate part) It was usually 90 degrees and 100% humidity (hard to rock the curly hair) and the gravel roads kicked some nice dust up throughout the day. It was a place to wear jeans and boots and learn how to drive in old trucks you couldn’t hurt with three on the tree. (I loved this)

The endless 3 questions were and still are ( hate part):

  1. What’s the loudest thing you got in here?
  2. What’s the biggest bang for the buck?
  3. Do you sell M-80’s?

It’s the place I spent every summer working with my sisters. There were others in the later years with nieces and nephews and in-laws, but it was working with my sisters that I remember and value now the most. I’ve loved it and hated it. I could never walk completely away from it, I know as I’ve often tried.

It’s my weakness and my strength. It’s a tradition and a worthy opponent. It’s beaten me more than once, but as a great teacher, it taught me how to get up one more time. We carried, packed and sold a lot of fireworks. We made lots of mistakes. In counting, adding or forgetting a case, but we were kids. We got ripped off so many times. We did the best could but didn’t always get it right. I thank God I had my sisters with me during those times. They showed me how to do everything and if we didn’t know we figured it out without cell phones, Google or Youtube videos. If a bad day knocked me down, one of them was there to put a hand out and pull me back up. You’ve got to have someone to go to and say, “Oh man, I messed up or can you understand a word that guy said? or I think he’s drunk, I’m going to need some help.” We figured it out together. (If my dad found out, well that was a different story.) We worked together so long we developed a kind of rhythm. We didn’t have to discuss or talk about how to sell or stock, we just did what we did. And when push came to shove, we had each other’s backs.

For the most part things ran well. We dealt with assorted drunks and thieves. It was a great school. We laughed a lot, mostly out of delirium from the heat and exhaustion. We fought a lot too, probably again mostly due to heat and exhaustion and generally being together way too much. But there comes a time when things need to change. When you might want the bigger job or a different role. In a family that’s a tall order. That’s when the shit hits the fan. The day you want to show up as one of the big kids.

So in the spirit of my Grandfather who left his father to pursue his own dreams, sometimes moving on is necessary to grow and it is the same spirit that moved me to go on my own. After all, isn’t this what Independence Day is all about?

A young country growing up and knowing so completely that it must forge it’s own path and did so with such focused determination. To grab with both hands the God given right of free will to make ones own decisions and learn from it’s own mistakes. While not forgetting to honor old traditions they fought to banish and be free from the ones that stifled, oppressed and kept them rooted in values that no longer served them. Isn’t that what everyone wants?

To gain the independence, you must be willing to forge ahead into new uncharted territory without guarantees. It’s backbone is made up of determination and perseverance and knowing that in order to succeed, giving up is not an option. If it had had been, would any of us be enjoying our right to celebrate our country’s independence loudly and proudly as only Americans know how to do on the Fourth of July?

Look back at any hard won victory and know that you will most certainly get knocked down, but don’t stay there. Getting up and back in the ring is what it’s all about. If you can’t get up by yourself, put your hand out and by the grace of God and all that’s good, someone will help you up the way my sisters helped me up. (We knocked each other down a time or two but hey, that’s family)

Rozzi’s Famous Fireworks continues to grow and evolve and come into it’s own with each generation. We are now going into the 6th. I value the family it has become, and I’m not just talking about those with the Rozzi name, and I remain ever grateful to be part of a 6 generation Fireworks family, no matter how crazy it gets, and thank you to my great grandfather for immigrating to this big beautiful land of freedom, opportunity and tolerance. I love my Italian heritage, but the being an American moves my spirit and inspires me to be more.

We laugh,
We fight,
We take care of each other
We split,
We get together
We rearrange until we think it’s right
…..Simply because we fought for and won the right to have the debate.
We win some
We lose some
We fall
We help each other up
Here is where
Hope Springs Eternal

There are no facials this week as I’m selling, packing and stocking fireworks in elated misery.

Celebrate! It’s important. Do it justice and do it safely.

In the spirit of 4th of July moxie, think about the people in your lives that helped you up, throw them a hand and maybe light something …..


**Thank you Grace Della Torre Burns, my lovely daughter for the music selection that fits so perfectly.


My Italian Mom


Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my Mom. As Mothers Day approaches, I’d like to share with you some of what my mother meant to me, and a glimpse of what it is to be a fireworks wife. It’s not news that the Rozzi Family has been in the fireworks business for 6 generations spanning over an entire century. As with any family business, all family members are or have been involved in some way or another.

Although my mother, Jeanette Della Torre Rozzi 1923 – 2009) never worked a 40 hour work week at our factory, she was involved.

She lived it everyday. Every success and every tragedy, of which there were many, she was there as a source of strength and support. She had great strength, as many women of the greatest generation did, to persevere and endure. I’m not sure how she did it.

She raised seven children plus grandchildren and saw every one of her seven children work at a fireworks factory that she knew could be cruel enough to cripple or kill one of us if we weren’t diligent or we didn’t follow instructions or we just made a simple mistake.

She knew the dark side of the business all too well. After all, she looked after her husband with his hands wrapped with  2nd and 3rd degree burns from a factory accident. But harder than that, she held her husband up after his only brother, Paul Rozzi, was killed in front of him in a tragic explosion at the factory. She never told him to give it up or get a safer job.

She taught us about the sacrifices we all must make for the family business because we took care of the business and the business took care of us.

I can’t say she didn’t complain. She was pretty verbal when no one was around to cut the grass in perfect diagonal lines (yes, she was that Mom)….including but not limited to hospital corners, clothes folded neatly and crisply and stacked by size, no purses on the table, no dishes in the sink lol this could be a long list or keep her company during the lonely days and evenings all summer long when everyone in the family was working around the clock to put on the shows   She complained in funny ways that let me know she missed us. We were her whole world.

She cheered us on when we were dog tired on July 3 and gave me a shoulder whenever I needed one without judgement. She cooked her signature pasta for us and sent it up to the factory and asked lots of questions but mostly she prayed for us.

She prayed all the time but during the season, she prayed a lot more. She sat vigil in her chair in her favorite room and prayed with her plastic prayer cards (purchased in quantity from the catholic shop down the road) and rosaries and statues of the Blessed Mother Mary.

Before one of our biggest fireworks shows of the year, Riverfest in Cincinnati, she would show up at the barge with copies of the St. Joseph prayer in hand. She taped copies all over the barges that held all of the people she loved and were filled to the brim with explosives all wired and tucked into their mortars just waiting for showtime.

She buried a little plastic St. Joseph statues in the sand that provided the makeshift earth that supported the mortars that launched those loud beautiful shells into the sky that brought joy to so many. If you were lucky, she gave you a plastic laminated prayer card to keep with you at all times.

You might wonder why St. Joseph? Well, my Dad, brother and son are named Joseph (Italian thing) but it was actually what the St Joseph prayer represents. The end of the prayer read:

“Whoever shall read this prayer or hear it or keep it about themselves, shall never die a sudden death, or be drowned, nor shall poison take effect on them: neither shall they fall into the hands of the enemy or shall be burned in any fire…

So she gave out copies of prayers and buried statues and prayed a lot.


Riverfest, Cincinnati 2009. sending a prayer up to Jeanette “Rozzi Style”. Myself and Chuck Valentine (his laminated prayer from Jeanette)

I loved my mother for so many things, for her love of beautiful music, and all things Italian, for her love for her family and any stray who needed a meal and a family.  She loved to watch sports and cheered for her teams but I’ll always love how she felt sorry for the losing team.  Her food was heavenly. She made a bed you wanted to crawl into and never come out. I loved how she loved my Dad.

I loved her strength and compassion and how she believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself.  And for the things she didn’t do that allowed me to spread my wings and do for her what she could not do for herself.

As mothers, we love our children so much that we naturally put them ahead of ourselves. The day they are born our life becomes more about them and less about us.  It’s a beautiful thing. There comes the time when we have no choice but to let them go and say goodbye. Except if you’re an Italian Mom, then you never have to let them go until they haul you to the nuthouse and make you. On certain evenings when the day slows down, I feel my Mom near. I know she’s there.  I smell something that reminds me of her or I hear her voice and say out loud “Hi Mom, what’s going on?”

So, as Mother’s Day approaches, it is again a time to reflect on all of the things your mother, or mother figure, is: friend, rock, confidant, cheerleader, partner in crime, or pain in the rear.

I’m eternally grateful for having Jeanette as a my Mom.