Part Two- Italian mother

Part Two- Italian mother

Ok being an Italian mother to a daughter is totally different than mothering an Italian son.  Let me explain. Amelia is my daughter. The oldest of the two.  She is smart and beautiful and extremely self sufficient.  Sometimes too much so but I blame myself for that...
I am a good Italian Mother…

I am a good Italian Mother…

… until such time I am not.  Let me explain. I’ll give you an example.  My (Italian) son Jack has crew practice every day after school.  I pick him up so he doesn’t walk the long and deadly 3/4 of a mile hike home after practice.  Not a problem. I am...
My Italian son living in Germany

My Italian son living in Germany

It took me a few days to calm my mind and soul and focus my thoughts before I could formulate the words for this post.  Jack left on Friday to move to Germany for a year as a Fulbright Scholar and to teach English in a German school.  The driver of the car assigned to...