- I managed my husband's green card process, an Odyssey.
- I uprooted my family after 15 years in Italy and moved across the ocean.
- My husband's father passed away suddenly after he was here only two days, sending him back to Italy for a painful goodbye.
- My beloved grandfather died a few days later.
- I enrolled my Italian children in American schools, gritting my teeth on their behalf at first, and then watching them flower.
- I somehow found two cars, insurance, dentists, doctors and a mechanic.
- I helped my husband in setting foot in a country foreign to him, trying valiantly to support him in the language, the culture, the food, the extreme differentness.
- I revolutionized my own work, finding a job in the mornings and translating in the afternoons, setting foot back into a workforce that I have not belonged to in so many years.
- I faced the possibility of breast cancer. It's now time for my next mammogram.
- My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer.
- I somehow (I don't remember how, exactly) managed to get approved for a mortgage, got the money together for the down payment, found a house and bought it.
- My youngest son suffered a severely detached retina in his eye, and has had two major surgeries over the past 8 weeks.
- ... I can't think of anything else right now. I'm too tired.
I have written much and met many other writers, many of whom I deeply miss. I hope to find more time and energy and space to dedicate to these virtual friends and to myself. Do not forget me.
One thing I do know... it's snowing here, and the slopes are open.