My baby girl will be ten years old in less than two weeks. That is both wonderful and hard. That’s what poetry is for, right?
Oh beautiful ache
that stretches with my children’s growing limbs
that curls around the need to hold them close as nursing babes
but sighs with painful joy to see them reaching out for life.
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In early 2011 my family moved our home, temporarily, from New Jersey to Milan, Italy. In the process I quit what had been my dream job conducting policy-directed social science research, to focus on my other dream job, raising our two young children. The three-year adventure was exciting, exhausting, disorienting, fulfilling, and countless other contradictions. It also birthed in me a desire to share my reflections on life's joys and challenges with anyone who cares to reflect with me. Now that we have returned to the US I'm finding that the new perspective I gained in Europe has come with me, and gives me a whole new way of interacting with my home. There's still so much to learn and share! I hope you'll share the journey, and add your own lessons to my daily education.
Faith, Family, & Focaccia 