Ask any parent of small children if they had a relaxing weekend and then look and see if they don’t twitch just slightly. You’re just seeing the car crash in their brains between the memories of weekends they USED to have versus the ones they are...
Here’s a little something for Flashback Friday from the days just before I moved to Rome. This entry is dated July 14, 2006: Today was my last day at William Paterson University. I had two students to meet, final paperwork to fill out, and keys to return. My...
About a half hour ago I was walking to work after having my morning espresso at the local coffee bar. Today is the day I teach three classes in a row (with a meeting in between the only break) and so my wonderful husband is in charge of bringing our sons to daycare...
Creepily-dressed clowns appearing unexpectedly in public just can’t catch a break anymore. The Atlantic Wire Online on September 15th reports: The poor residents of Northampton, England are living in a nightmare scenario straight out of a Stephen King novel...
“Will someone shut that kid up?!!” My husband says it was “Shut that f*cking kid up!” but that’s not how I remember it. We’re on an AlItalia Flight from Boston to Rome. Despite months of planning in advance and multiple calls to the airline and fruitless...
If you were to ask me whether I’d prefer to be the age I am now (37) or eighteen again, I would choose thirty seven over and over hands down. For many reasons, It’s just so much nicer being me now than the me full of insecurities and inner turmoil starting...