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Jack, I am glad you are not a penguin.

I don’t remember when it started but I love penguins so does Jack. They are flightless birds and depending where they live, conditions can be harsh. Penguins are mostly monogamous, but, some species like the Emperor Penguin are serially monogamous. They partner with one mate for a season rather than for life. Chip and I took the kids to the Boston aquarium when they were little. Jack was mesmerized by the penguins and we watched them for a while. Oddly,…

A weekend with Skates.

My daughter is now a senior at RIT. She will be graduating this year and for the past few years has dated Nick aka Skates. Skates is a phenomenal hockey player and as they used to say in my office in Illinois, he is slick as snot! Nick is from Philadelphia and much to his dismay does indeed have a slight Philly accent. It makes me smile. Oh. My. Gosh. Am I getting soft? Let’s just hold on and take…

Why Italian mothers should referee hockey.

Over the weekend, Chip and I went to RIT for a hockey game. Amelia’s boyfriend Skates was playing, and it is always a good time. He is a phenomenal athlete and a joy to watch. This particular game was extremely rough for our Tigers, too many fights, unsportsmanlike conduct (players and coaches), and just poor hockey as a result. I know, you are all thinking, “that is hockey” and that’s true. I dated a hockey player or two in my…

“Mom?”

That’s what I heard on the phone yesterday from Charlotte Airport. Jack is on his way to Alabama. “Mom? I think I lost my wallet.” Now, I am already drained from crying all the way to and from Albany Airport. Coupled with Amelia leaving 30 minutes later for her last college semester. I am really feeling it. I have a ton of work to do and I am finally settled in and writing. I am in the groove when he…

Dear Santa, Love Mom.

This year as empty nesters, the Christmas dynamic is slightly different in our house. Chip and I cut the trees down and decorated the house by ourselves. Throughout this process, I have felt a minor loss and a longing for those old days. So, I decided I would write to Santa and tell him what I wish for Christmas as an empty nest mother of two children living out of eye and ear shot. Dear Santa, How are you? I…