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From The Far Side of the Ocean

Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading

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Ties

When I was a little girl, about four or five years old, my father went away on a trip to Florida. I only vaguely understood the purpose of the trip, but it was related to the construction or remodeling of … Continue reading

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Chicago

It feels so odd to say it now, but I once lived in Chicago. I moved there in 1971 to be with the medical student who was my first husband, and although I left repeatedly, it was something of a home … Continue reading

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Quite Possibly What It’s All About

I told you I experienced a few truly wonderful moments in the course of my travels, and in today’s post I will elaborate on two more of them. One took place at a lunchtime gathering at my cousin Luisa’s house in … Continue reading

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Beneath A Grapefruit Tree

Lately the skies have had a different look, layered and tufted with tropical clouds, and at dawn and sunset brilliantly mauve and pink, casting a glow that seems to emanate from everywhere, the way it might if one were on a boat at sea. Above you … Continue reading

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Still Learning How to Be

I’m trying to learn from this experience. “And what experience is that?” you might ask. Life in general, I’d answer first. But lately, more candidly, I would be referring to the ongoing business of dealing with my elderly mother’s long … Continue reading

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On My Father’s Birthday

I’ve written about him again and again. Type “father” in the search box of this blog, and you’ll see what I mean. But March 29 is his birthday, and I can’t let it go without acknowledgement. He would have been … Continue reading

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And I Hugged Him Through His Overcoat and Time

That’s my paternal grandfather, Raffaele Carbone, the one who set sail from Naples at the age of 17 on a ship called Citta di Torino, arriving in New York on July 13, 1905.  I’ve written about him in The Secret … Continue reading

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Snow

Last night, at long last, I experienced a good sleep. It was Ambien-free, dream-filled, and deliciously uninterrupted. I awoke in the morning to blue sky and sunshine and this New York Times headline on my Twitter feed: “While you slept, … Continue reading

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Behind the Garage

It was an East Coast Christmas day, but the weather was mild – too mild.  The sun was shining, the air smelled like spring, and my sister Marlene and I ventured outdoors wearing only sweaters for warmth.  It didn’t seem … Continue reading

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