While growing up in Italy; Miss Chennault, my fifth grade teacher at Brindisi Elementary on San Vito Air Force Base, was my favorite. Years later, I've often reflected back and wondered if she knew of my struggles at home. She seemed to favor the skinny, neglected, stringy-haired girl who sometimes wore scarves to try and … Continue reading Witches and Mean Kids and Treats… My God!
When I was a child I was often made fun of for being too sensitive. When I was eight, I lived in Brindisi, Italy. There were breads and cheeses and fruits at the marketplace. There were beggars too, in extremely great need. I wanted money to give to the beggars, and was told we couldn't … Continue reading Wisdom says Do Not Mock the Poor
Last night, via Google Earth, I "traveled" along several paths, remembering how I'd been left alone so many times, since the tender young age of four. I retraced the steps I'd walked in solitude, in both Europe and the U.S. I was shocked at the realization of having wandered so far from home so often. … Continue reading Past Paths… and Other Things too Painful to Mention