The Rituals of Coffee

The best part of being a foreigner is the opportunity to connect with other foreigners. (Stranieri is the Italian word for us. Sounds like strangers, no? Without a doubt we seem strange to Italians.) Far from home, we gravitate toward each other for a sense of understanding and community. We offer each other empathy and support. And… Continue reading The Rituals of Coffee

Being a Foreign Mom

My Italian is coming along, slowly, after seven months in Italy. I can get by in many cases, with lots of awkward pauses, if I let go of feeling embarrassed to sound like a toddler (with a bad accent to boot). There is usually much pointing and gesturing. Of course, many people who do speak some English… Continue reading Being a Foreign Mom

A Day in Switzerland

Our drive to Switzerland is shorter than our drive to Milan. We decided to make a quick family day of Lugano-Paradiso after the internet told us we could find a funicular with a spectacular view. That research did not reveal that said funicular – all of them, really – is closed for the season. So… Continue reading A Day in Switzerland

Back Home in Indiana

Last month we traveled to Indiana for my sister’s wedding. I always love October in Indiana, particularly when the weather is perfect, as it was. The sky is a brilliant blue, the leaves are just beginning to turn, the town is a bit festive for football season (usually, so sorry about your Boilers this year,… Continue reading Back Home in Indiana

Missed Messages

Today I had planned to meet some kind strangers from the internet to try rowing. (This is part of my strategy for making non-American friends. It will be fine.) Then the kids put up a fight about getting to school. Then my phone stopped receiving text messages or an internet signal, and there I was, late,… Continue reading Missed Messages

Thanksgiving in England

  Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. It’s secular, so all of our family and friends can celebrate it together. There are no fireworks. (The dog is with me on this one.) There’s no need for bug spray, shorts or charred meat. The food! Such tasty, glorious food. It’s the one holiday that I… Continue reading Thanksgiving in England