From the category archives:

reminiscing

Island Girl meets Mountain Boy

February 8, 2010

As a child, growing up in Sardinia, my winter activities never involved skiing, or ice skating. It hardly ever snows in Sardinia in winter, so snow was a special occurrence and cause for celebration – but then again, us Italians will use anything as a cause for celebration, ’cause we love good food, good wine [...]

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Family karma

December 20, 2009

This morning I was happily listening to music on my iPod while doing some house cleaning (I know it’s unusual, but it was overdue) and then all of a sudden it dawned on me.
“Shit! today it’s the 20th, isn’t it?” I said, rushing into the living room, taking off my headphones and frantically looking for [...]

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Home is where the heart is – but where's your heart?

June 8, 2009

“Don’t you ever miss home?” an old friend asked me on Facebook a few days ago. She was referring to Sardinia, the Italian island where I was born and lived until the age of 17. More specifically, she was referring to Nuoro, the “city” so small it is barely a city at all – more [...]

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One with nature? Pfffft.

May 20, 2009

I believe in respecting the environment. I made an effort to “be green” before it was fashionable, thanks in large part to my moving to Switzerland, where being respectful of the environment is a way of life.
As a result, for many years now I have had fairly green habits. (Late disclaimer: this post features the [...]

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California: a piece of history. Mine, at least.

April 16, 2009

California, here we come. Here we come… back, just for a short while.
I have never been to San Francisco (which is where we are headed today), but I spent 3 of the best years of my life in Los Angeles. I left in July 1998, thinking I;d be back in a year, two years tops. [...]

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Lost and found – the friend edition

September 7, 2008

M. and I were introduced by a mutual friend. She knew we were both young moms, married to Swiss men, we both spoke primarily English and little German; she figured we might have something in common. She was only partially right: we actually had a lot in common. We quickly bonded over the many things [...]

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