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Destinations, Dreams and Dogs - International adventure with a fast-track family (& dogs) of Old World values, adopting the Russian-Italian-American good life on the go…!

Our Dogs Send Me Selfies

Benedetto and I went out to lunch a couple of hours away for his birthday. The kids kept everything under control in our absence. We enjoyed adult conversation amongst fine linen and even finer art. Round about my husband’s key lime tart with vanilla sauce and raspberry coulis, our dogs, Misha and Grisha, started participating…

The Day Before Thanksgiving – Odds and Ends

Today was spent, probably like your family, running around.  We basically had all of the shopping done ahead of time (after all, everyone but my foreign-born friends knows that it’s woe to anyone entering a grocery store on this Wednesday, or a department store on this Black Friday-!) Naturally, my children wondered why it’s called…

The Thank You Note: Good Intentions Gone Awry

I believe in thank you notes.  It’s a dying art in certain circles, but I figure, if someone took the time to think of me, the least I can do is thank them. Living a bit in the public eye, people do the kindest things for us.  One older gentleman brings us heaps of vegetables…

Suthunuhs!

(With a dacha in the south, a friend sent this to me.  If you need a little chuckle, read on….) Southerners know their summer weather report: Humidity Humidity Humidity ————————- Southerners know their vacation spots: The beach The rivuh The crick ——– Southerners know everybody’s first name: Honey Darlin’ Shugah ——– Southerners know the movies…

The Monday Mug Club: #10

Winnie, our bio-mom and adoptive-mom correspondent from the north, has an amazing story of a mug with twists and turns, worthy of a mystery novel.  She writes: “I am not one to collect mugs, I don’t have tourist mugs, or ones that say “world’s best mom” or anything like that.  I have the ones that…

My Kids’ Capers in Open-Air Markets

It all started when our first son, Petya, came home at 7-1/2 years old. The shoes we had carried to Russia for him did not fit. At all. Leetle mahleenkee tooflee. Our coordinator gave us directions to a children’s shoe store, whose clerks were only too happy to help us. We didn’t know at the…

Why Do I Homeschool?

I’ve asked the same question, myself, on some not-so-good days. The closest I can come to a concise and cogent answer is that I hope to train my children’s minds… while losing my own in the process. Later this spring, my eldest son, Petya, and I will be traveling to a homeschool convention. We don’t…

What’s in the Attic?

The first time this house was infested, there was a horrific smell. Awful. As though someone or something had died. “What IS that?” I pressed Benedetto. “Most likely a dead animal outside, nearby….” “Outside? I don’t think so.” We were preparing to bring home our first son from Russia. He was already school-aged, although he…

A Virgin Birth and an Adoptive Family

God can do anything. Of this I am firmly convinced. How He forms families is beyond me, simultaneously both wild and wonderful. I have family members to whom I do not feel particularly related, and non-blood relatives to whom I would give my last drop of blood. My husband and I share no genetic connection…