Last year, New Year’s Eve found me in a little one-bedroom apartment in Alba Adriatica, Italy. The weather was sunny and fifty-ish during the day, but it got cold at night. I was still figuring out the heating system, meaning that I was bundled up at night until I got the temperature just right. Continue reading
Said goodbye to my beloved cousins last night. Maurizio and Daniela and their two children, Stefano and Celeste accompanied me to downtown Ascoli Piceno so I could once again revel in the beauty of my favorite place on earth. It was a warm (for me!) evening. Continue reading
Rather than one of my normal postings, I’ve opted to copy and paste the link to an international adoption website that is running a series of articles written by those of us involved in adoption. Today my offering was published.
I first wrote for Portrait of an Adoption in 2014. The founder, Carrie Goldman, was impressed enough with my story and my writing to bump someone else and publish my essay during Thanksgiving weekend last year. This year she sought me out and requested another article.
I was immensely flattered. So, below is the link to the article. It is a more expansive take on an earlier blog posting I made that pretty much brings to a close, for me, the issue of adoption.
Carrie, thank you for your interest in my story, your faith in me and for your support. I look forward to working with you again.
Trees really do lose their leaves in Italy. At least a few do. A very few. I stand corrected.
I noticed such this past weekend as I toured some of the local towns in my rental car. For only eighteen dollars per day I was able to get an SUV similar to my Hyundai Tucson at home. Brand new, with all the accoutrements, I was stylin’. Continue reading
Today was an off-day. I went to bed about midnight and woke up at 2:00 p.m. I hadn’t realized how much I was burning the candle at both ends, touring around in this extreme heat. Today I looked at my self in the mirror and I appeared to be much thinner.
That, in and of itself, is a good thing. I’ve been working on losing weight and was down about seventeen pounds at one point. But today I looked kinda sick. I’m chalking it down to the shape of the mirror. I will weigh myself when I get home–and get back into lifting again, too.
But at least my thighs feel better. Continue reading
Is it better to burn out or fade away?
As this expat life winds down, I’ve been contemplating the future of this blog. Initially, this blog was to be about adoption and my book about adoption. And that was its focus for quite a long time. Continue reading
It’s curious how ordinary things can be inspirational. As I attempt to make note of every detail of my experience in Europe prior to my departure, I find myself inspired by travertine.
This marble is prevalent throughout Italy. It’s everywhere. Last night I took a late walk to the seashore. The sidewalks were all travertine. In America, sidewalks are usually concrete. But here, travertine is the rage. The whole country is pretty much either marble or rich topsoil so travertine is apparently as cheap as cement. Continue reading
Even though I’ve just arrived in Switzerland, I feel compelled to backtrack a bit.
Before arriving in Lugano, Switzerland, I spent a couple of days with my beloved cousin, Sergio, in Turin. He was very excited to hear about my travels. I hadn’t seen him since around January so it was great to get together. Continue reading
OK, so this is not the actual “morning after” my announcement about being “done”. Close enough.
I’ve found myself, ironically, wanting to write more about this whole issue. Isn’t that nuts–stating that I’m done with this adoption obsession and wanting to continue talking about it? Continue reading
After traveling for four weeks with an old friend from back home, I am now in my little apartment along the Adriatic Coast. My companion has returned to Oregon. I have a little less than a week before more friends arrive from home so I can show them the glories of Italy
With this time to myself, I’ve found my mind wandering. Wandering and pondering. Continue reading