My favorite panel of  tiles at the São Bento Train Station in Porto.

My favorite panel of tiles at the São Bento Train Station in Porto.


Hank: (sitting opposite my on the train home from Porto waiting for departure) This was just the best day. Just the best.

Me: (getting settled for the hour+ train ride home) Buddy, I am so glad.

Hank: I just loved this day so much and I know I sometimes have a bad attitude or get sassy and try and tell you I hate my life, but I don’t, I love my life and I love days like this so much.

Me: Thank you so much for saying so.

Hank: I appreciate so much that you took your afternoon to come with me to Porto Editora (where Hank does voiceover work). Today was really fun and all the people there were great and I wasn’t nervous at all and then buying me a iced mint mocha on the way home AND a trip into Tiger! I mean, I think Tiger is my favorite store and I just had so much fun browsing, no THE WHOLE DAY was fun, from school to  having lunch on the train to Porto and talking with the family who shared our seat section! Just the whole day (sigh), thank you, mom.

Me: It was my absolute pleasure.

Hank: OH! And I almost forgot! How was your time in Porto while we worked? Did you have fun with Kylie’s mom.

Me: Who’s name is Rebecca and yes we did, indeed. We went on a bit of a walkabout and found simply the coolest artsy-fartsy Central Commercial with these gigantic sweet gum trees in the courtyard and tons of cool shops, galleries, cafés and restaurants. I can’t wait to go back there. I think it will be my new go-to spot for lunch with friends.

Hank: So we both had the best day?

Me: Yes, I think that is a fair assessment.

Hank: I love that. I am so happy. I am going to remember this day the next time I hate everything.

Me: Life is a mix of ebb and flow, pal. You need a variety of challenges to teach you prospective.

Hank: (digging his headphones out of his bag) Really good motivational advice, mom. You should really consider writing this conversation down for the blog.

Me: (chuckles) Thanks for the suggestion.

Hank: Now, if it’s okay with you I’d like to listen to some music and relax. Are you okay? If you need me I can keep talking with you.

Me: Dive right in, buddy.

Hank: Thanks, mom.

Me: (grinning at his reflection in the window as we pull into the tunnel that leads us out of São Bento train station and towards home.





Photo credit: Rosino

A traditional Carnival outfit in the Bragança region of Portugal.  Photo credit: Rosino  (<– an amazing photo portfolio of Portugal and beyond! Click on this link, y’all!)



Hank: I love ferias (vacation)!

Molly: Ferias (vacation)?

Me: We have five days of ferias (vacation) to celebrate Carnaval!

Molly: Ferias (vacation)?

Me: Ferias (vacation) is when people who work or go to school have time off to rest and relax.

Hank: So this week I don’t go to school until um… Quinta-Feira (Thursday).

Me: Thursday.

Hank: Argh, the days of the week are always hard for me.

Me: I get it.

Hank: But it doesn’t matter, really.  Ferias means not knowing what day it is.

Me: Truth.

(We’re having a good old family Staycation for the next three days full of photo walks, good food and friends. See y’all on Quinta-Feira (Thursday) for all new conversations!)



One of the amazing letters Hank is lucky to receive from my dad, Grandpa Snitch, that help lift him up.

One of the amazing letters Hank is lucky to receive from my dad, Grandpa Snitch, that help lift him up.


Me: Hank! Dinner!

Pai: Amália Sofia, you sit with us at the table or you play with your toys quietly. This is our dinner time and just because you’ve eaten already doesn’t mean you get to interrupt us every 13 seconds because you want something not on the table or you want to leave. What is your choice?

Molly: What you eating?

Me: Soup and grilled cheese.

Molly: I no like it.

Pai: (Chef of the soup) Hey!

Me: (Chef of the grilled cheese) There is a better way to turn down a kind offer of nice food.

Molly: No, thank you. I no like it.

Me: (giggling to myself)

Pai: More for me then!

Hank: (dragging himself to the table)

Pai: How is the studying going?

Hank: (sigh) Good.

Me: You have been working very hard lately. Thank you for doing your best.

Hank: Once this test is over I am going to work harder to learn how to take criticism.

Me: Were you given a critique today at school?

Pai: (eyebrow raised)

Hank: It’s just, when we were studying for the test today in class my friend and I answered a question wrong and we were the only two that answered wrong, so my teacher called us, “palerma (idiot),” in front of the whole class.

Me: (suddenly seething with anger)

Pai: Palerma (idiot), that was the word she used? That isn’t criticism, Hank. That was an unfortunate choice of words.

Hank: She is always saying she has been teaching for 40 years and we need to listen to her and I do, but…

Me: (shelving my anger for the moment) Buddy, I agree with your papa. That was not criticism. You remember what your Grandpa Snitch said in his letter to you about criticism?

Hank: I remember the letter, but not the right words.

Me: He said, “ Good criticism is instructive and constructive and bad criticism is destructive – always!”

Pai: What was her mood? Was she having a bad day and took it out on you and your friend?

Hank: She was laughing.

Me: There are two types of people in this world: those who educate by lifting you up and those who educate by tearing you down, by bullying, by using what is called “tough love.” You’re papa and I believe that it is better to educate by lifting up a student, but in this world you won’t always meet people who agree with us.

Pai: It is unfortunate that was her choice.

Me: You’re lucky, Hank, because you have someone at your school you can go and speak to about this anonymously and with no consequence to you or the relationship you have with that teacher. At the parent teacher conference your Director de Turma (homeroom teacher) explained to us that if there was ever a moment when you or one of your classmates or one of us parents have a differing opinion or a disagreement or felt upset or were being hurt in some way by a teacher we could go to her, that she would listen and then address the issue for us. She encouraged us that was exactly what she was there for and always has time on Thursdays during lunch.  If you choose, if you need to talk to someone about this other than us, she is always there and I know your Director de Turma is a teacher who chooses to educate by lifting up a student and not by tearing them down. Please go and speak to her if you need someone to talk to.

Hank: (pushing soup around his plate)

Pai: I am sure it was embarrassing for her to call you both that in front of the class.

Hank: (nodding)

Me: And I am sure she has no idea how hard you have been working to improve in her class, but I do, we do. You are doing your best and your best is enough. I have been telling you since the day you were born that, “no one ever called you dumb, not one day,” and no one had until now. I wouldn’t lie to you; I am far to busy and important to lie. I know you aren’t a palerma (idiot) and I hope you know you aren’t and won’t let that destructive criticism ruin all the hard work you have been doing.

Hank: (soup finished, heavy dark circles under his eyes) Is it okay of I just go to sleep? I read that the best thing to do after studying is to go to sleep and let your brain take all the information and put it into categories which will help you remember better.

Pai: That is true! I am impressed you know this and that is a great idea.

Hank: (getting up from the table)

Me: Love you, buddy.

Hank: (leaves room) Love you, too.

Pai: (once he’s out of ear shot, whispers) Deep breath, Hanford.

Me: (whisper screaming) I could give two shits about 40 years experience that fucking teacher in one flippant soul crushing moment undermined my entire parenting ethos for the past ten years! WHAT DO I ALWAYS SAY TO HIM?!

Pai: I know, but it was bound to happen someday, you know that.

Me: I am at desk flipping levels over this.

Pai: I have already begun composing the email to his Director de Turma (homeroom teacher) in my brain. Her office hours are on Thursday. We will be there.

Me: (whisper raging) You better take the lead on this one, S’Tôr (slang for Senhor Douctor (Mr. Doctor) which is the formal way to address a professor in Portugal), and ooze DOCTOR of cognitive science and brains and developmental psychological citations allllllll over this conversation or I swear on all that is good and holy that I will leave all manor of decorum at the door and Mama Bear that school to the ground.

Pai: I am glad I have you in my corner, but I am confident I can argue our case. Even if you sit saying nothing and only have that expression on your face it will be enough to communicate the seriousness of our side of the debate.

Me: (head in my hands) He has been working so hard! He already has to punch his lying, irrational thoughts in the face every day single day to do his best. HE DIDN’T NEED THIS!

Pai: I know.





Me: (emotional) He’s going to bed at 8:30pm (an hour early). His soul is crushed.

Pai: He is going to bed at 8:30pm because he is tired and needs to rest and because you taught him how to take care of himself.