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Gratitude

I am grateful for this year with all six children under my roof, all getting along, the four older ones each other’s best friends I am grateful that Sebastian is school-aged and so delightful (most of the time)  I am grateful that we live in a cottage because it feels like we’re on vacation every…

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Residence

     It took 29 documents, 9 people’s cooperation, and 6 hours over the course of 3 days of my being at City Hall, to obtain residency in Frascati. Residency is necessary to have access to everything from doctors to trash collection to. . . you guessed it, soccer teams. Sebastian and Jacob’s registration on…

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Smoothing Out my Feathers

     A miracle has occurred. My youngest is now in kindergarten. He likes it. He actually loves it. I don’t have to coax him to go each morning. He gets ready without resistance, rides to school clutching his backpack, and walks into the school building holding his older sister’s hand without turning back to…

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After School Anecdotes

After school, Annie ranted about how horribly the kids in her class behave. “We were in music class and nuns were trying to teach us the most baby-ish, awful songs. The students were going wild. A girl stuck her tongue out at the nun; a boy stood on his chair and acted like was going…

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All Six Kids In Italian School

As I sit here in a quiet house, I marvel that all six kids are in Italian-speaking schools. They all began on different days, and today is the first day that they are all in. The first few days for Sebastian and the older kids were definitely a challenge. At one point after school, Sebastian…

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Zucchini Flowers

Zucchini Flowers

Having moved to Italy for several years, the first adjustment we have made is to food. Eating is such a prominent part of life here, and we have already adjusted to a breakfast of strong Italian coffee and not-very-sweet cake, big, hot lunches at 1:30pm, followed by a small dinner at 8pm. Eating rules of the land include: no…

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Sitting on Pins and Needles

    Watching Jacob’s try-outs for the Frascati soccer team was one of the most nerve-racking few hours of my life as a mother. This is a boy who had a slow start to soccer and has been at the bottom of whatever team he was on most of his life. A few years ago,…

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First Italian Haircut

            It is long overdue—I must do something about my hair. The blond highlights from twelve weeks ago in Dallas sit like strange, unintentional accidents atop my dark base. The brittle, blonde streaks have grown out two inches. With my older kids watching my younger ones at home, I bravely strap…

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