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Monthly Archives: January 2011
On Sunday I am hosting a baby shower for my niece, Jessica. This morning, while having coffee, I reviewed my menu and remembered I needed to find the recipe for a dish that I’ve made for similar occasions. I went … Continue reading
I am one of those people who boasts about doing my best work under pressure. Famous for waiting until the night before an important school paper was due, my sister slept in the twin bed next to mine while I … Continue reading
As I drove to work this morning, I noticed that the morning sky was particularly gray. Looking out at the road ahead was like looking through a velvety fog of gray and white. Earlier this month I wrote about January; … Continue reading
The other day while house cleaning, I came upon a cardboard box, the type that holds reams of copy paper. Re-purposed by my granddaughters, it now houses “props” from one of their “plays.” Over the holidays, our 7 and 5 … Continue reading
You Got To Have Friends.
The Divine Miss M said it best in her timeless song, “You Got to Have Friends.” For me, her words ring true. “But you got to have friends, The feeling’s oh so strong. You got to have friends, To make … Continue reading
I saw a picture on my Facebook page today that got me to thinking about my heritage. One of my Facebook “friends” is someone from Italy who keeps a page dedicated to the Cilento area of Italy. Cilento is an … Continue reading
From the time I was a little girl, my mother used to say that when she tried to help me with something, I would blurt, “I can do it, I can do it.” Things didn’t change over the years, and … Continue reading
This afternoon I sat in an old country church with my twelve year-old grandson, Cameron. Mom and Dad are out-of-town so they asked me to take him to the memorial service for the father of his classmate and hockey teammate. … Continue reading