I say tomato, He says tomahto

My kids got a bit shafted on the mother tongue front.  Although they have dual citizenship, both my husband and I hail from English-speaking backgrounds.  He speaks raisonnable French, enough to roughly translate the menu as “something beef with something something red sauce”.  I can carry on a basic conversation en español después de dos o tres…

Chalk and Cheese

What my immediate family lacks in size, it has always made up for in volume.  Not only am I a passport-carrying American, my mother’s family is Italian-American. The stereotypes which lubricate films and television are sometimes spot on. Extended family get togethers, with aunties and uncles and 2nd cousins were loud affairs. Even with just…