Expat Life

Celebrating Halloween

Confession: I’m a terrible celebrator of Halloween. Always have been. Last year I bought a witch hat on clearance so I could appear to care, but with minimal effort. The littlest thinks it’s beautiful. (Bless him.) The oldest wishes the whole family would dress up as Lego Nexo Knights. (Dream big, buddy.) I thought living… Continue reading Celebrating Halloween

Expat Life

Words with Friends

  My first-grader recently asked me to teach him to play Scrabble. It devolved mostly into me playing against myself, which was satisfying in its own way. I played Words with Friends on my iPhone when the boys were itty bitty, to engage my brain between burping and butt-wiping. I learned some excellent tricks and… Continue reading Words with Friends

Expat Life

On Family and Stories

Have you ever had a chance to spend a whole week with your dad? Like, a week when he tagged along as you lived your ordinary life, keeping you company over the coffees and waiting at the bus stop while the kids are at school? Walking by your side through the woods and the town?… Continue reading On Family and Stories

Being · Running + Health

How Running a Half Marathon Changed Everything

Two years ago I trained for a 5k with friends. I stopped running for a while when we moved to Italy, then I started again (sort of), then… I decided to cope with losing a travel buddy to cancer by signing up for a half marathon. You don’t know how many times I imagined her telling me… Continue reading How Running a Half Marathon Changed Everything

Expat Life · Parenthood

The Accidentally Bilingual Child

We’ve passed the halfway point of our time in Italy. The youngest–who asks me to call him the Piccolino, or the very little one–has spent 13 months in Italian preschool. Being the little brother of one of the world’s most articulate and conversant preschoolers meant he developed his language in a big shadow, often talked… Continue reading The Accidentally Bilingual Child

Being · Wonderings

Bouncing Back

I’ve always felt a smugness about my low requirements for maintenance. Makeup is an avoidable chore rather a necessity. I don’t fuss over my hair. I don’t obsess over clothes. Shopping is not my pastime. My demands are few, my opinions rarely strong. These facts led me to believe for a very long time that I don’t… Continue reading Bouncing Back

Being

My Sober October

At the start of this month my husband talked me into participating in Sober October to raise money for Macmillan Cancer Support. The idea is that I will not drink alcohol – no spritzes at aperitivo, no sangiovese with my fall stews, no bourbon for a nightcap – for the entire month of October. Having… Continue reading My Sober October