We no longer travel a lot by train, as we once did. But it always takes me back to our early car-less years here. When my husband rode an old moped 12 miles (20 km) to work – rain, snow, or sunshine. Our public transport enables car-free living in some areas. But no buses passedContinue reading “The Much of Little”
If you could leave but one thing behind you what would it be? Wealth and property? Family heirlooms? For me those don’t even enter the running. Not only because I have few such things to leave. But because I hope, above all, to leave a lasting legacy.
Our First World obsessions. How did we get them? Picture-perfect homes. With fine decor, and all artistically arranged. I can’t help but wonder: How did we get this way?
The more I talk with people, the more I discover that many are dissatisfied with life. Either they don’t like the direction their life is going, or feel their life is directionless. And I think it’s because we sometimes lose track of what’s really important.
Storms and difficulties of all kinds and sizes come our way. From simple gray spells or times of discouragement, to life’s big storms and even pandemics. And they can really start to get us down. A lot of life’s problems are extremely serious, like this COVID-19 that is currently afflicting the world. And it canContinue reading “Ten Ways to Beat the Shut-In Blues”
I’m fond of saying that Hubby and I should have received a financial stupidity award in our early marriage. Armed with credit cards and few brains, we shopped foolishly and extravagantly. Even buying a dog on credit!
When I explain how our years here in Italy have taught us to slow down, enjoy life, and have even more time for all that we love, I find many who want to escape the stress and frazzled nerves (or the sometimes meaningless treadmill) of the fast lane. We want a meaningful life that countsContinue reading “The Benefits of Italian Slow Living”
Imagine returning home from a shopping trip to find your house leveled! That’s just what happened to a couple in Michigan. A demolition crew was given the wrong address, and all that remained of a grandmother’s old home was a cement slab.