Stay little . . .

My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…

Sweet Dreams . . .

Somewhere between sleep and waking, I float in the periphery of a sweet dream. I want to stay here soaking up its warm light, but the…

Grief . . . There is no escaping it. All of us will experience a big loss in our lifetime, most of us already have. If…

The coffee shop empties as the morning shift locals make their exit, and the noise level quiets to a low hum. Staring into space, I absentmindedly…

“Fa Caldo!” It’s hot! I hear the phrase again and again, as the temperatures along Lake Como have been hovering in the low 90s for days.…

A friend sent me a message asking if I would participate in the latest social media challenge. All I had to do was post a black…

He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…

Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…

I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…

Happy New Year Friends! It’s been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…