by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Mar 26, 2026 | TCK musings
There is a particular kind of comfort in a tidy home. Not the kind that impresses guests or photographs well, but the quiet, almost invisible kind — the one that settles somewhere in your chest. I didn’t always understand why it mattered so much to me. I grew up in...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Mar 26, 2026 | TCK musings
Right now, I’m going through a quiet kind of existential crisis. Not the dramatic, life-falling-apart kind. The slower, more insidious kind. The kind that comes disguised as… an Italian driving theory exam. I am 54 years old. I have been driving for 37 years. I’ve...
by Samantha Frearson-Tubito | Feb 13, 2026 | TCK musings
I didn’t become a people-pleaser because I was weak. I became one because I was paying attention. When you grow up across borders, you learn early how to read a room. You notice shifts in tone, posture, silence. You learn which version of yourself feels most welcome...
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