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Countdown to Bama

Jack, my “baby” will be attending the University of Alabama in 23 days, 11 hours, and 30 minutes (as of the writing of this post). I am now referring to that day as Black Thursday. Yes, I know, I went through this with Amelia three years ago but here are a few of the differentiating factors: Amelia is a girl. (need I say more?) Rochester is 3 hours and 20 minutes (215.1 miles) away from home and Tuscaloosa is 17…

Bamaly- is that even a word?

Oh yes, it is, and I am living proof that it is so much more than that. Bamaly is a state of mind, a feeling, a group of diverse people sharing one main common bond- The University of Alabama. My son Jack will be a freshman this fall at Alabama and henceforth our automatic membership into the Bamaly. On Sunday, Jack was Bama Bound for orientation. Living in upstate New York, flights can be limited, and his trip took him…

Here’s how a mother’s mind works.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s just being a mother.  Maybe dads think like this too? I don’t know. This morning Jack received an award from the social studies department at school.  I watched him walk in and take his seat among the other recipients.  He looked older, somewhat wiser and ready to move on to college in the fall. I, however, am not quite ready yet. I am sure that all parents feel this way right before their children…

Recipe for a college student’s mom

Today’s weekly recipe post diverts from the usual pizza, brownie or pasta recipe. This is much more crucial to feeding the human spirit.  It is a recipe for being a mom with children in college and an Italian mother at that.  Please don’t misunderstand me.  I am not excluding dads, I’m just speaking to the mothers right now. I am not a novice baker or cook in this regard.  I have a college Junior in Rochester, NY at Rochester Institute…