trying to capture the charmed life

I’d found a folded paper on the floor of the school desk ahead of me. It was a poem written in calligraphic script. “If I had to raise my child all over again, I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later. I’d finger paint more, and point the finger less. I would do less correcting…

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those that go before us…

Our common heart cry–the pursuit of health and happiness. With different circumstances, different political or historical backgrounds, different characters, but throughout humanity, a similar plot. Characters in the backdrop of our lives shift and the plot of our lives don’t unfold like an organized story arc in a literary novel. Truth is stranger than fiction: our lives…

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parlez-vous francais?

Unless we move to Quebec or France, I don’t expect my children will learn French fluently. When we lived briefly in Kenya, we came prepared with a travel language book on Swahili; but even the locals didn’t speak as the book suggested. I sat with the housekeeper at the end of her workday and had…

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the gondolier

The twenty year veteran Gondolier whistled, I just called to say I love you, as we floated down the Sansiere san Polo. This boat really is romantic, travelling between the water corridors around the Grand Canal tipping to the hard right when floating under the bridges at high tide. Venice is not a tiny island;…

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murano, burano, turcello

I’ve brought a wool blanket and stuffed it into my backpack for the boat tour to the Murano, Turcello, and Burrano Islands. We pull our soaked sock feet tied in plastic bags and cover ourselves with the blanket, enjoying the view. When we arrive at Murrano, we are shuttled into a showroom, where the glassmakers…

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fanciful field trip in Firenze (Florence)

One thing we do get for free in Tuscany, is the famed natural aesthetics. This place is gorgeous. Florence has its own medieval perfection.   Is that the sewer, mom? No, honey, that’s the river. Kind of reminds me of the Thames River in London. Mud, with water. Caffe latte, but with pretty arched bridges…

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