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

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 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

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