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Tag: Aging

How far would you go for what you believe in?

Posted in Life & Love

It’s been a bizarre week. On Wednesday, I sat in a hushed room listening to an 82-year-old Holocaust survivor talk about her experience for 90 minutes straight: her move into the Lvov ghetto when she was five; hiding in a basement for two weeks; her father securing fake Aryan papers for her and her mother; the flight to the countryside, then to Sweden once the Soviets invaded; her eventual passage to the United States and all the harrowing details in between.

(5) Things we love…#137

Posted in Things We Love

The eagle has landed. The eagle being my mother who, at nearly 80, still crosses the Atlantic on her own and is immune to jet lag. Having her here for the next three months means Italian tv blaring at all hours; a constant chit-chat as she goes about keeping busy around the house; the silver finally cleaned and lot of cooking. I am hoping I inherited her wind-up bunny energy. Here are a few things that made me happy this week.

Never dance with a lion*

Posted in Style & Travel

To my seven-year old eyes, Bologna, the city where I grew up, seemed a vast metropolis. A city of half a million people, with a famous and vibrant university, it was safe enough that, from the age of seven or eight, I would walk to school unaccompanied. I lived in the center of town and everything that lay outside the medieval walls was unknown to me, and it’s what conjured vastness.

(Nearly) 55 and all grown up

Posted in Style & Travel

To call sofagirl my friend, at this point in life, is a misnomer. After nearly thirty years in each other’s lives, Sue is my family. Her people are my people, and vice versa. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her or her people in times of need and I know she feels the same about my tribe. I also know she would do what was needed with enthusiasm and efficiency, no questions asked.

The night before the exams, 30 years later

Posted in Life & Love

While waiting for my friend to get ready, I browse her bookshelves. What leaps out immediately is a brand new copy of a textbook on XX century Italian literature, a compendium that every high school student simply refers to, since time immemorial, as “il Guglielmini”, from its author’s name.

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