To Have That Minute Back

8 11 2012

He’s still here, despite his entire absence   Almost every day, I’ve a conversation with him.  I tell him about the girls’ latest accomplishments, my frustrations with their teenage behaviours, my irritations with our household budgets and finances…pretty much everything.  When he was still here, it was a weekly thing – our thing.  He called me almost every Sunday from the moment we were apart until we were truly apart.  We’d talk about his travels, relationship aggravations, politics and share the latest jokes we’d heard (though he was by far better than I with delivery and timing). Read the rest of this entry »

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Maybe I Should Change the Battery in My Watch

1 11 2012

Twelve years ago today, my boss, the VP for the company, asked me to walk with him to see the VP of HR.  It was almost the holidays – was I getting a raise, a promotion, written up, terminated?  Every imaginable emotion and fear entered my mind.  We got into Mike’s office and they shut the door and I sat down.  I didn’t know what was about to happen, and I couldn’t have imagined it if I had tried. Read the rest of this entry »





Wham!

25 11 2011

I’ve been encouraged recently by a dear friend to try to verbalize memories that I wish to have live on outside of my fleeting thoughts and mind’s images.  Part of me, a great part, is hesitant to do as such because they are mine.  They are intimate and personal and to put them to pen (in a sense) shares them.  Call me selfish, but I’m not certain I am comfortable with this idea.  They’re mine.

And yet, I am going to give it a brief attempt. Read the rest of this entry »





Alcatraz, North Fort Myers, Florida

18 09 2010

You know how some palatial homes are given names by their owners, Sea Pine, Twelve Oaks, Monticello, The Poucelli…I’ve decided we too should name our home.  Alcatraz.  It’s what it has seemed like for the past week and continues still.  There is so much I could write and say I don’t know where to stop and start.  I’ve been writing this particular blog for a week now, and still have countless words to say.  But, I have to hit post at some point right? Read the rest of this entry »





One Angry Boy

13 08 2010

I counted down to this day with anxious excitement.  The idea of sitting on a jury has been a desired goal of mine for many years.  It started when I watched “12 Angry Men” many years ago, when I had a Henry Fonda appreciation that initially stemmed from “Grapes of Wrath”, I suppose.  I remember still, watching how he inspired the fellow jurors to acknowledge their significance and the significance of their decision and I longed to be a part of that process.  And so, when I finally received a summons for jury duty, I couldn’t have been more excited. Read the rest of this entry »





Anglophilia is a cruel disorder for US residents

4 08 2010

Mount Etna

In 1978, my parents adopted me and brought me to their home on Mount Etna, north of Catania, Sicily.  In 1980, my grandparents (formerly my great-aunt and my great-uncle) came to Europe and we met with them and began a long tour of Europe.   Read the rest of this entry »





God needs young angels, too.

21 05 2010

I’ve spent the past evening and morning reading about and reaching out in support to the mother of a child at my girls’ school.  The woman’s son accidentally was killed earlier this week.  He was only fifteen years old.  The details of the how aren’t yet incredibly clear and the kids have heard fifty different stories of what ‘really’ happened.  The only parts we do know for certain are that Cody located a revolver and it accidentally fired, shooting him in the head.  His mother heard the shot and found him, the ambulance took him to one hospital and then later transported him to another, where he later died. Read the rest of this entry »