Food For Thought, Grand Prompts, Weekend Coffee Share

Soup and Sweata Weatha

Short days, snow flurries, and barren trees call for soup and sweaters. At the local farm stand, cauliflowers, carrots, and tomatoes burst with color. I wonder if the cold snap deepens the purple of eggplants and brightens the squash. Between the chill and the hues, soup becomes my go-to dinner. Thick, hearty bowls paired with… Continue reading Soup and Sweata Weatha

Becoming America's Stories, Grand Prompts

The True Spirit of Veterans Day: More Than Thank You

I am not a child, wife, sister, or mother of a veteran. My dad was too young for active duty during the Korean Police Action. My husband carried a draft card after his eighteenth birthday, but missed the Vietnam War draft. The honors, troubles, and stories did not live in my home.  However, Great uncles… Continue reading The True Spirit of Veterans Day: More Than Thank You

Becoming America's Stories, Grand Prompts, Weekend Coffee Share

Why the Ginger and Bright Eyes

I'm a few days late in posting, but November 5th is Love Your Red Hair Day—a perfect moment to celebrate the copper hues and blue eyes that shimmer through my family’s story, even though 23andMe says I’m 96% Southern Italian Sicilian. As expected I had  the stereotypical dark hair and deep brown eyes, but the… Continue reading Why the Ginger and Bright Eyes

Ramblings & Writing

Prompt Boards are Back-and so am I

It is after Labor Day. Children and teachers are back at school in my little corner of the world. Although I retired six years ago, I still believe that the day after Labor Day is New Year’s Day, bringing feelings of renewal and resolutions. I’m not back in the classroom or speech therapy closet, yet… Continue reading Prompt Boards are Back-and so am I

Ramblings & Writing

The Brooding Tiger

Journal On! July Prompt Board Pet Photo Day was July 11th. Snap a photo of your pet. How photogenic is your pal? Write about your pet’s smile and pose.  A Brooding Tiger Hershey doesn't smile. He lies on my work table, on top of papers and my phone, staring at me. Not a blink. I… Continue reading The Brooding Tiger