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Pink and Blue Benevolence


It’s raining in Yokohama.
I hang my transparent umbrella
on a hook near the door.
Water drops fall
and explode
on the carpet below.
I sit at my desk.
I turn on the red lamp
and look out
the window.

I peer in shop windows
in ancient Trastevere
where the sun pours in
at the ends of the streets
like rain falling
sideways soaking
the streets golden.
The buildings are tinted
with sun-variations,
butter yellow and
cantaloupe orange.

It’s not a memory.
I don’t remember walking.
I am walking.

I walk
through a small piazza
where two friends
with golden retrievers
on red leashes
greet each other
with kisses
on each cheek.
The dogs move closer,
stand so their bodies touch,
share a memory of open fields.

I walk past the restaurant
where we had dinner
was it two nights ago?
The waiters mock
the foreigner students,
send away those
without reservations.
Yet to us, they are
Kind the way that Romans are.

I pass the shop
where he purchased
the red ceramic bowl.
A Christmas gift.
The white haired shopkeeper
pushes her glasses
to the top of her head
just like I do.
She waves.
Come in.

I shake my head.
My inbox is too full.

We are at another restaurant
with white linen table cloths
and heavy utensils.
The man beside us
the patriarch
wears navy adidas pants
with three white stripes.
Three children devour their pasta
and make fun of each other.
They do both loudly.
Every few minutes
their mother says “taci”
and they are quiet
for as long as it takes
to remember
who they were teasing.
At the table on the other side
a young foreign couple
spends the evening
looking at their phones.
We order cacio e pepe,
mac and cheese for adults.
We wonder aloud if we could
make this at home.
Pecorino and pepper.
He says he thinks so.
He says he thinks
with some practice
he could get it.

From the safety
of street corner shrines
the Virgin Mary
regards us.
she is pink and blue
I believe
she is here for me,
my patron saint
of time travel.

In Yokohama
it is still raining.
My inbox is full.

Time is a circle.

Buffy vs Bella: Raising Girls to Thrive in a Vampire World

On Saturday 24 March, I will be presenting a session at The 4th Annual Rome Conference on Emotional Well-Being at Marymount International School.

Here is the PDF from my session: Buffy vs. Bella: Raising Girls to Thrive in a Vampire World

(Please note that this document is quite large and may take some time to download.)

Also, here is a copy of A Confidence Manifesto for Girls.


One Day in Rome (for remembering)

It’s just after 6:00 a.m. in The Eternal City called Rome.

I had forgotten how loud Europe is… and the enormous passion with which the Italians conduct their daily lives including the parking of their cars and the greeting of their neighbours early in the morning.

I had forgotten how the gorgeous sunlight spills down over ochre walls making the whole city appear as if it is in love.

I had forgotten how perfectly Europe fits me.

Yesterday, on my first day in Rome, I began to remember. (Sometimes, images are so much better than words.)

Postcard from Rome, Italy

December 28, 2007

The Italians know how to build a church.

On this, my first trip to Rome, I dragged DP around the city mercilessly. We stayed in a fantastic little B&B called Il Colle degli Ulivi in Zagarolo, about 30 minutes from Rome’s city centre and travelled into Rome each morning by train. (I love Italian trains). I had a LONG list of things to see… a list generated over thirty years of learning about Roman Catholicism, politics, philosophy, language and art. The city does not disappoint. From wandering through the rubble (see priceless hunks of marble) of the Roman Forum in the rain to our visit to Saint Peter’s Basilica and the Sistine Chapel, I was in awe… in love… in the very best history lesson of my life.

On Christmas Day, we spent a quiet day in Zagarola. Two days later, we attended a concert in the city of Palestrina which is built over the ruins of an enormous ancient temple. It is believed that this area has been occupied since the 7th or 8th Century B.C. Bombing during the Second World War exposed many of the ancient ruins and bits of history can now be seen throughout Palestrina. The concert, held in the Cathedral, was performed by a gospel choir from Virginia; they had just played for the Pope.

Teacher Girl

Photo Credit: DP