Eight years ago this month I was on maternity leave and visiting the U.S. with Carlo and the kids. In those days I still agitated occasionally for a move to America, hoping Carlo would be won over by the good things about it.
One morning we took the kids over to a photographer’s to have their pictures taken for my mother. Miles was 10 months old, and Luisa nearly 3 years old. When we got back in the late morning, we turned on the tv and watched “the Columbine massacre” unfold death by death.
The rest of the trip seemed to be a blur of funerals for the children and teacher murdered at Columbine. And it was pretty much the end of my trying to convince Carlo to move to the states. Not because I thought I was wasting my breath, but because I wasn’t so sure I wanted my kids growing up in a culture sponsored by industry lobbyists.
Sometimes I can’t remember what the good things about America are. Was it the nature I loved? The friendly, open people?
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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