Madalyn and Her Nonna

“Momma, can you give me the picture of me and Nonna and Nonno? I can’t see Nonna.” I take the picture frame off the shelf and hand it to Madalyn. “Ah, now I see Nonna.” She is sitting at the table eating her snack, gazing at the picture taken of her and my parents a…

Mom’s Day

Today is her day. And if you ever forgot it you would find her feeling sad. Mom loved celebrating her birthday. It didn’t matter if we went out to eat or stayed in, what mattered was that there was a cake and that there were gifts. Dad always got her jewelry, nothing extremely expensive, but…

My Parents’ Home

The process of systematically digging through ashes and rubble to find any remaining childhood memories is not for the faint of heart. The smell alone is enough to make you want to quit. And yet you push through because you hope to find something that you can hold on to. It might seem silly or…

A Day in the Snow

Seriously, no matter where we go we seem to find adventure. Or maybe adventure finds us. Either way, today was most definitely an adventure. We left our mountain house to head further up the mountain to find snow and a good sledding area. We were told that it would be a thirty minute drive. But…

Sapped

Tired. Such a simple word, yet the only one that I can use to accurately describe how I am truly doing. I have been craving solitude, but with all of my obligations as mother, wife and church administrator that is difficult to do. Deep sorrow and grief can never be understood by someone who has…

Back to the Islands

  Life is a journey that has an unknown final destination. We make plans, but God often inserts twists and turns that can either make us dizzy or cause us to take bold steps. My life drove straight into a cement wall on December 18th, and I had a choice to make. Would I dwell on…

Just Let Me Cry

Reading through my blog post titled “Ringing Ears” I can’t help but think about how while I was writing that post my parents were dying. I remember that after writing the blog I wanted to call mom to tell her about it, but when I looked at the time it was 11:30 P.M. (firemen were…

The Agonizing Loss of My Parents

In my deepest sorrow, the darkest moments I have ever lived, I turn to the coping method that has always worked best for me since I was a young girl: writing. Yesterday morning my alarm went off at 6:45. I felt quite at peace and serene, and realized that my children had all slept in…

Ringing Ears

Being a mother of three children between the ages of five and two is no simple task. Add a fulltime job and a husband who works at night on top of that and you’ll have my life. I have tried to find a stronger word than ‘exhausted,’ but to this day I haven’t found one….

Going Back to the Islands?

Life in Tinian came to an end in June 2014, due to the fact that I was expecting our third child. We were counseled to return home for various reasons, so that is what we did. But for the past two years Neemias and I have both felt like our hearts stayed in the Marianas….

Life-Threatening Waves

Saturday morning we decided to go play in the sand at Tachogna Beach. It has been windy and stormy that last few days, so we knew we would not swim as the waves are huge and dangerous. The waves were so big that we were actually sitting way up on the beach under the trees…

City Girl

While monitoring my class on the playground I like to walk the length of it to think and get some exercise. The other day I was thinking about the different places I have lived in the last 28 years. Most of my childhood was spent in Rome, with a population of almost 3 million people….