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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…

Last night I slept in my daughter’s room.

Author’s note: I wrote this when sitting in Amelia’s room on Wednesday night. I am sitting in Amelia’s room. The house is quiet. Only one roommate is home. I came to Rochester for my six-month check with my oncologist. That stress is offset by the bonus of visiting with my daughter. She is a student in Rochester and it is summer break. I love this time alone with her. We had a great dinner, of course went to Target 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…

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…