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Mom!

This is how most of Jack’s sentences, texts, and basic questions begin: Mom! Can you fill my water bottle? Mom! Can you start my car? Mom! I’m starrrrving! Mom! What’s for dinner? Mom! Can you make pancakes & bacon? (this goes on all day, not just breakfast) Mom! Can I send you a link on Amazon? (for whatever item crossed his mind today) Mom! Is my laundry done? …and this does not include all the “I need…” sentences, texts, and…

The shoes tell the story.

The tell-tale sign of how much activity is going on in my house is determined by the pile of shoes. Yes, shoes. At any given time, there could be anywhere from 10- 40 pair of visitors’ shoes.  Men, women, boys and girls.  Boots, sneakers, Chuck Taylors, Timberland and Nike.  Seeing the shoes makes me smile. This holiday break, I experienced a slight flux in shoe appearances, and scenes of things to come.  Jack was in Germany from December 26th thru…

3,675 Miles

It is 3,675 miles from my front porch to Hamm, Germany, plus or minus a mile or two, to the exact location where my son Jack is at this very moment. Here is what I received via text this morning: Let me explain: On Christmas night we packed Jack for the trip to visit friends in Hamm, Germany.  Jack has remained close to the students that visited us here in October of 2016.  What a wonderful experience for Jack, Caroline…

Boy, do I have a story!

My story is complicated and most times, I wonder how my mind really works. I leave post it notes to myself or voice recordings on my phone with suggestions for blog posts or random thoughts that come to my head.  I’d like to share with you all a glimpse into my psyche by just listing some of the recordings I have found on my phone and post it notes attached to my desk. Don’t judge.  I know you all have…

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…