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  • The Night After Christmas: A Poem

    ‘Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was hungry, not even a mouse; The stockings still hung there, all limp and bare, With hopes that no tummy aches would soon appear. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With visions of presents flying through their heads; And…

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  • Flip Flops in the Snow

    With a tattered sack of belongings slung over his shoulder, we watched as he trudged along, trying in vain to keep his bare feet out of the snow. Miserable, destitute, and in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the huge city, unnoticed – or almost. Unused to such sights it was shocking and…

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  • The Coming of Mr. Pemberton

    Everyone wondered, and no one knew. Knew who Mr. Pemberton was, that is. Oh, they all knew of the Pemberton family. At least the older ones. The cranky old man who used to throw things at them when they were kids. And just because they passed his house! Not because they’d stolen his apples or…

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  • The Italian Tormenta: Winter’s on the Way

    The Italian word tormenta has three definitions. It can mean a blizzard. Or a turbine of powdery light snow, carried by strong winds over mountain peaks, ridges, and slopes. Finally, it is a present tense conjugation of the verb to torment. This should give you a pretty good idea of how many Italians think about…

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  • Thanksgiving for the Future

    Happy Thanksgiving from Italy!! Although it always amazes me how many people don’t know that Italy doesn’t celebrate this holiday. And it saddens me too, because it means that many (even in North America) don’t seem to know the history of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a distinctly North American holiday, inspired by the celebrations of the…

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  • Lessons on Surrender from Mount Moriah

    Moriah, which means chosen by God, was where God had his temple built, for it was a place special and holy to him. It was also where he sent King David to offer sacrifices after his sin of taking a census (1 Chronicles 21). It seemed like such a small thing, counting the people, but David…

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I’m Signora Sheila

American-born, Italian at heart. Welcome to my blog and my corner of Italy, dedicated to all things slow, real, and lasting. Here, I invite you to join me in slowing down, living with purpose, and rediscovering the things that really matter.

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