So, I have a list of places to write about from our travels in the past couple of years. It’s just that I absolutely must tell you about our recent trip to Elba Island before summer is underway. Elba is a small island off the coast of Tuscany, accessible by a one-hour ferry ride. You probably… Continue reading Barabarca, Isola d’Elba
If you follow me on Instagram you know I’ve done a little skiing this winter. It’s a big leap, going from the flat plains of the midwestern US to the Alps. But my husband and 6-year-old have gotten into it with our unit’s ski club and I found myself feeling jealous of their amazing photos… Continue reading How to Succeed at Trying Something New (My Ski Story)
My baby is four now. FOUR. Do you know how old that is? It’s puts-on-his-own-shoes old. It’s goes-to-the-loo-independently old. It’s rides-a-bike-with-training-wheels old. It’s also old enough for him to no longer be three, and amen to that, amiright? Our house is purged of all things baby, excluding a couple of really nice toys and a… Continue reading Family Adventuring with Britax – and a Giveaway!
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
Did you know I’ve lived in five different homes in the past six years? My husband reminded me of the fact when I tried to explain an urge to finally hang all the pictures and buy throw pillows. (I even went to IKEA in Milan on a Sunday afternoon. It’s serious.) Moving every 1-2 years has reprogrammed my… Continue reading Gifts for Wanderers
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
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