I grew up celebrating Thanksgiving Italian-American style. When I was a child, my parents piled their five kids into the station wagon and traveled over small road bridges, through the Belt Parkway and into Brooklyn where Grandma lived. Wafts of warmth and garlic could be breathed in as we climbed the stairs to her second… Continue reading The Macaroni Tradition
Happy Thanksgiving, My Everyone. The day dawn crisp and very cold with light winds--a perfect scenario for Thanksgiving Day. I am up early picking up where I left off last night in prepping the big meal. Love this holiday. It is all about gathering around the table with people I love, enjoying favorite foods, and… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving 2018
*This essay was published in several places, including Memorial Sloan Kettering Bridges publication and MBCNetwork website. I post it in one version or another on Facebook every October since I was diagnosed in 2012. Ok, I'll say it; "I hate pink!” This is a harsh statement for me to admit out loud, on paper,… Continue reading Surrendering Pink
That's me for the month of June! I am so honored to be part of this writers' tribe. And I get to put this beautiful badge on my side panel. Great big hugs and thank yous go out to Peggy Fountain and Jude Whelley for all the fine work they do in this organization. … Continue reading Story Circle Network Star Blogger
Proms have evolved over the years. Decorating the school gymnasium has been replaced by booking a brave restaurant venue. A one-man DJ substitutes for the local band and limos and coach buses line up to transport the youths instead of a mom’s minivan. A few things have not changed, though. There is always the excitement… Continue reading A Prom Story Part One
Going to Fritzsche’s meant picking up rolls for sandwiches, cake for an occasion, and a cookie for the road. It was THE bakery in Sayville and, during my childhood, the only real bakery for miles around. Fritzsche’s was located on Main Street, Sayville. The storefront windows were decorated with seasonal cakes and pastries to lure… Continue reading Fritzsche’s Bakery
I went to my cousin’s daughter’s baby shower last week. It is all so exciting being that the baby is the first grandchild and great-grandchild of this family line. It was a lovely event filled with happy expectations, well-wishing, and love. The afternoon was filled with “oohs” and “ahhs” and retold birthing and naming… Continue reading What’s In A Name?
It could have been construed as a love affair. The beginning eye attractions soon morphed into a need to know, to touch, and a longing to have. Love can only explain my husband, Matt’s, fascination for Saabs. Matt had owned a Saab, in some form or another, since 1978. He found the lines “classic” and… Continue reading A Saab Story
It is my favorite view—the sea looking vast and infinite as it rolls from the horizon. Where had it been? What did it see? Who did it encounter? Small questions demanding big answers. Yet the vast and infinite sea keeps its secrets, tugging my curiosity to seek truths.
It's when you go through your day, comfortable in routine and expectations: eat the meals, drink coffee, dress in regular clothes, complain about hair, weight, mounds of laundry, demands of a groaning car, a never satisfies partner, a lulling work day when suddenly, SHOCK! The bottom of your world falls out with the morning news,… Continue reading Shock: Daily Prompt