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Is it just a dress?

I was recently at my mother's house and started to think about any old items that I may have stored there over the years. Amongst the old prom dresses, college text books and teddy bears, I remembered my wedding dress was under the bed forever sealed in one of those super air-tight preservation boxes. I pulled it out and opened the lid and there was my dress and head piece, impenetrably locked up tight, looking brand new.  A shoe box…

Welcome to the new Pasta on the Floor!

It's a brand new year.  According to Punxsutawney Phil, we have a six more weeks of winter. Christmas has come and gone and Valentine's Day is upon us.  While in hibernation this cold season, we redesigned the website. It is a little more streamlined and, I hope, easier to find the recipes and articles you are looking for. I have some great things in store for you this year and I truly appreciate your encouragement and support. I am always looking…

They have a personal trainer for that?

(Please read in its entirety) This is a type of public service announcement, seriously.  I have never shied away from talking about anything personal.  Miscarriages, breast cancer, menopause, hot flashes, infertility and other sorted topics have surfaced here giving rise to open conversations and awareness.  Humor can make things better, or at least easier to face. This one, however, takes the cake. I am talking about bladder issues, prolapsed bladder, fallen pelvic floor- whatever you want to call it. It…

The shoes tell the story.

The tell-tale sign of how much activity is going on in my house is determined by the pile of shoes. Yes, shoes. At any given time, there could be anywhere from 10- 40 pair of visitors’ shoes.  Men, women, boys and girls.  Boots, sneakers, Chuck Taylors, Timberland and Nike.  Seeing the shoes makes me smile. This holiday break, I experienced a slight flux in shoe appearances, and scenes of things to come.  Jack was in Germany from December 26th thru…

Resolutions: friend or foe?

Yes, it is that time of the year when we examine our lives, our bodies, our decisions and relationships and ask ourselves questions, many questions.  The need and pressure to make a change on January 1st each year can be daunting, overwhelming and sometimes not attainable. This morning I was reading through my morning briefing from The New York Times and came across a great article, The Only Way to Keep Your Resolutions written by DAVID DeSTENO and posted online…