An American in Europe after the Paris attacks

This post was written on November 25, 2015, while I was on a train from Venice to Munich. I just never got around to publishing it until now. Thanks for your patience. — “Did you hear about the Italian girl who died in the Paris attacks?” Anthony asked us, his eyes glossy. When we told…

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Europe travel: Hamburg, Germany, and beyond

Over the fall, I spent 8 weeks in Europe. Jeff’s work called him to Hamburg, Germany, for a project, and I was dragged along kicking and screaming (as IF). I got to live it up, mostly in Hamburg, but on weekends, Thanksgiving week, and when our friends came to visit, we traveled. We had an apartment in Hamburg,…

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A bottle of red, a bottle of white … it all depends upon your appetite …

Crystal reminded me recently that I haven’t done a blog post about my kitchen. You’ve seen some other rooms in my house: guest room, closet, hallways, and my master bedroom. So, here’s my kitchen: The house was built to spec, so we got to pick out the tile, (which you see in the backsplash above),…

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Day One without you

Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…

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Flashing boobs at wedding guests and other horrors

A memory It is 2004, September 04. The day of my wedding. Any stress that goes along with planning one’s wedding had escaped me the day before, as I sat at Aunt Josies’ at my bridesmaids’ luncheon surrounded by Mom, Mia (my grandmother), my sister Jenny, my aunt and cousins and bridesmaids – basically, all the…

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It was a curvy road finding you

But when our eyes touched joined in our new world I could do nothing but stare and wonder what it would take to know you to hold you and then we said hello Cedar Mountain was ours but it couldn’t keep us You belonged to the shore but my heart was yours You were in…

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It was a curvy road finding you

But when our eyes touched joined in our new world I could do nothing but stare and wonder what it would take to know you to hold you and then we said hello Cedar Mountain was ours but it couldn’t keep us You belonged to the shore but my heart was yours You were in…

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