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Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes

As we move through our lives, we pass through a series of hellos and goodbyes. We come and go throughout the day, not thinking about the joy of a new hello or the sometimes finality of a sad goodbye. As I prepare for our move from the home where we raised our children to a temporary home in the Finger Lakes without them, my goodbyes are slowly outnumbering my hellos. Tillie. We recently adopted Tillie, a 2-year old bulldog. She…

Now I get it.

When I was first married, I could not understand why couples struggled in their relationship in later years. The kids are gone, hopefully on to successful lives, and retirement is looming. You have made it through the hard part. The challenges of raising kids while keeping committed to your relationship are behind you. Children require time, effort, and energy, and I always thought the energy would return to being a couple. Then it happened- COVID and remote working. The kids…

Does time and distance improve your perspective?

No. Not when it comes to your children. It has been 19 days, 5 hours, and 39 minutes (at the time of this post) since we left Jack in Tuscaloosa, Alabama for his sophomore year at the University of Alabama. You would think this time would have been easier, but it wasn’t. It took me this long to write about it. The trip was long yet uneventful. We arrived at Jack’s apartment complex for move in. The apartment complex that…

A note to my college graduate.

Amelia, I could start this out with so many thoughts and sayings about graduation such as, “We are so proud.,” or “Congratulations,” but that’s not you is it? No, it is not. My words  of wisdom and joy to you are “You are no longer driving the struggle bus!” You are on your way now. These four years have gone by with so many challenges and joys. I have loved being a part of it, yet, those never-ending questions! I…

29 Days, 6 hours, 33 minutes, and 30 seconds (and counting)

From the time of this posting, in the days, hours, minutes, and seconds listed above, I will have one college graduate and one college sophomore. How did this happen and where are the little versions of them? I believe they are still there. When the phone rings, anytime of the day and I hear, “Mom?” my heart stops for a minute. As any good Italian mother, we fear they don’t need us anymore, but in reality they do, it’s just…