That palace, it struck both fear and awe into the heart of the young woman who was passing near its gates. The opulence and grandeur of its halls were known throughout the land. Not that she would ever see inside, of course. Nor did she wish to. For she’d heard tales of the evil, capriciousContinueContinue reading “Raising Kids for Such a Time as This {Queen Esther}”
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Chestnuts Bursting on an Open Fire
Chestnuts, an open fire, and the importance of finding joy in simple things. The fire didn’t heat better out of the fireplace. All it really did was create more smoke! Although no one would ever convince the dear, stubborn, old man of that! Yet we fondly remember those simple evenings of reading by the fireContinueContinue reading “Chestnuts Bursting on an Open Fire”
Our Towns: Where is Home?
Our Towns is really our Tale of Two Houses. Ah, the complex fascination of life overseas (challenging, frustrating, but so blessed)! In fact, new acquaintances often ask, “So where are you from?” Our response? “Um, do you have an easier question?” So, to cut a long story short… Having lived all over the USA and Italy, with aContinueContinue reading “Our Towns: Where is Home?”
That’s Not My Mom!
Children often think grandmothers are the most wonderful women in the world. But I can’t help but wonder if my kids have ever thought, “That’s not the same woman who raised me!” Windows wide open to a soft, gentle breeze. Spring had come! My favorite time of the year. And what better time to doContinueContinue reading “That’s Not My Mom!”
Italian Newspapers: Thoughts of the Past
As a child, I remember my father poring over the Daily News, our local newspaper. Every evening, since ours didn’t have a morning edition, he’d sit in his easy chair, newspaper in hand. Slippers on his feet. For some reason, red flannel plaid slippers come to mind. Although I’m sure he had other kinds over theContinueContinue reading “Italian Newspapers: Thoughts of the Past”
You Can Do it Mom
My children are grown and gone. I now have adult grandchildren. And yet, that voice that so many mothers know so well accuses me. It’s the voice that shouts, “You weren’t a good mom, and you still aren’t.” In my recent reading on parenting, one theme came through loud and clear. And for me, the followingContinueContinue reading “You Can Do it Mom”