It’s going to snow…

Not exactly unheard of in upstate New York.  After all, it is March and Mother Nature rarely feels the need to permanently give into Spring this early. She can be very prickly. So far today, I have been to the gym, the market, the dry cleaner and Starbucks and all everyone is talking about and frankly, complaining about, is this pending snow storm. I work from home, yet I cannot escape 'business meeting chatter' by phone and email about possibly…

Alas poor Yorick*

In an effort to self soothe from the stresses of work, I went to the pet store to get a small fish bowl for my office.  I adopted 4 small guppies, Shakespeare, Hamlet, Yorick and Horatio. (after all, I am a writer.) To assist in the maintenance of this bowl, I further adopted 2 bottom feeders, Sollozzo and Barzini. (after all, I am Italian) The story of these fish is crazy.  I have killed 3 bottom feeders, one leaped to…

Mom moved in.

In early September, 2017, I wrote a post called, “I held my mother’s hand today”. I talked about my mother and my experience as we began dealing with the aging process.  Things had begun to slow down and at almost 80 years old, it can be expected.  Now we have turned the page in that book. My mother spent almost the entire month of February in ICU and rehab.  She was quite ill and very weak. This past weekend she…

Easy Shrimp Scampi for Amelia and the Roomies

To my darling, sous chef, and novice cook, Amelia. Here is a super easy Shrimp Scampi recipe.  In order to be successful, however, you must attempt to utilize all these ingredients, or, as you found out, you will be left with a pot of butter and shrimp. While not terrible, it is not Shrimp Scampi. Your Italian heritage is there, buried somewhere under chicken wings, pizza, Ben & Jerry’s and other college type foods. Get in touch with your inner…

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…