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Tomorrow is my birthday.

Seriously you ask, you’re telling us it’s your birthday. Yes. I. Am. Why? Because a birthday is a wonderful thing. A celebration of another year of life with family and friends, receiving wishes for the same in the upcoming year. So many people, ladies, especially us, dread the birthday. Ah, the years ticking by…yada, yada, yada. Not me. I am proud to roar out “I am 57 years old”! Aging is a gift that sadly so many do not receive.…

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 Letter to Coach Saban

Coach Nick Saban, of the Alabama Crimson Tide football team, is arguably one of the greatest collegiate coaches in history. His success is inspiring. Each year he takes a group of talented young men and creates a team of grown men. Respectful, dedicated, organized, and true to themselves, their teammates, and the Tide. The University of Alabama is a family, or Bamaly as it is called. I wrote about my first experience with Bamaly last year during Bama Bound. Take…

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…