Seeing Rome as a middle aged woman

On this most recent trip to Rome, I had no agenda other than some restaurants which I hoped to visit. This left me with three consecutive days to simply wander around to my heart’s content. As I walked, seemingly up and down every hill in that magical city, maybe even twice, I had a realization … Continue reading Seeing Rome as a middle aged woman

No man is an island, but Ischia is

The effort involved in my getting to Ischia was not insubstantial. Beginning from Rome, the journey involved the metro, a fast train to Napoli. and then another metro ride to the port, where I was fortunate enough to find my way to the correct pier for the specific ferry I had booked in advance. Any … Continue reading No man is an island, but Ischia is

Daddy. Complex.

Issues with my mother continue to occupy me but, stimulated by situations which my friends are experiencing, my thoughts have recently turned away from mothers and to fathers. In all honesty, pondering fatherhood feels a lot less angsty to me, especially now with my mother’s poor health and my own conflicted sense of responsibility and … Continue reading Daddy. Complex.

In the brightness of a weekend morning I realized…

That I’m consistently either ahead of the pack or a mile behind it, swinging from end to end never languishing (or wanting to be) in the middle. The results from the Attachment Style quiz I took, twice with different results each time, seem to support the above statement when applied to relationships in my life. … Continue reading In the brightness of a weekend morning I realized…