Category Archives: Italian Roots
We’ve now been living in the world of CoVid for approximately 357 days OR 51 weeks OR 11 months and 23 days. Not that I’m counting or anything; but, that’s a long time. You can learn a lot in all … Continue reading
People are different. We come in different shapes and sizes. We come in different colors. We come with different personalities, different likes and dislikes, different ways of doing things. We’re different and that’s what makes life interesting.
Have you noticed how quickly televisions are updated? New technology here, bigger screens there, make them thinner, make them crisper, as Mom would say, “They have everything, but birth control” and she’d pretty much be right. (If you think about … Continue reading
Almost half my life ago, when our three children were still small and I was with them 24/7, home-schooling, and babysitting two other small children while living in a two-story, kind-of-two-family house with my sister-in-law, her husband, and their six … Continue reading
Last week began as most weeks this summer, with visits to the “Ologists” for one or both of my parents. Normally, appointments are not that much of an issue, but this summer has been more than a little bit eventful … Continue reading
We aren’t big people, but we are a big family. My Dad is one of fifteen, twelve are half-siblings most of which have passed. I think only two of Dad’s half sisters are still with us, but I have a … Continue reading
In an old country churchyard in Hatfield, Massachusetts, stands a drab, gray slate from 1771. The faint markings read: Beneath this stone, a lump of clay, lies Arabella Young, who on the twenty-fourth of May, began to hold her tongue.
…sometimes it needs to be recognized for what it is…a long time. Later this year, when I turn 60, I’m sure I’ll think differently. But not today. Today 60 is a big number. Today my parents celebrate 60 years of … Continue reading
Last week when I shared my blog with my parents about the Asian side of our family, I received a slight admonishment from my Dad, “What about the Italians?”