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Two Pugs Cheek To Cheek

I’m Italian. What do you mean I can’t hug?

Author’s note: this post is intended to be 100% fun and in no way is meant to diminish the levity of the current situation our nation is in with the coronavirus. Be safe, smart, and enjoy a laugh or two. “You have to stop hugging people,” Chip demanded. What? I am Italian. I hug. I hug friends, clients, strangers. My life is enriched with the people I am fortunate enough to populate it with- and to hug them. My respect…

Illustration Of A Heart Monitor Wave With Stethoscope Isolated On A White Background.

A mother’s medical knowledge.

Mom medical school 101. I always wondered how my mother knew so much about so many things. She could answer just about any question and cure all ills with a grilled cheese, pastina, and ginger ale. When I was pregnant, I wondered if I too would be blessed with the gift of 'all knowing.'  Being pregnant was the best time of my life. Shortly into the pregnancy, I began to experience weird and wonderful things happening to me as I…

Woman In A Sweater Eating Soup

What? No recipe?

Cooking by the seat of your pants can be liberating. All you need to do is open your fridge or freezer, pull out the items that inspire you and just go! Sam Sifton from NYT (New York Times) Cooking is a true cooking maestro and renegade. He pens a no-recipe recipe every Wednesday. He creates and shares his recipe in paragraph form. No list of ingredients, no specific measurements, and no step by step instructions. He wants you to improvise,…

Couple Holding Hands

When 2 become 1.

When 2 become 1. I bet you thought this was going to be a story about a wedding day or some romantic notion about a couple? A joining of two hearts, a merging of similar passions. Not so much. You need to be there for your person. This story is about being there for your person. That one individual that you connect with for strength, happiness, a hug, or just to share a thought.  That would be your person. Grey’s Anatomy…

Italian Cheese Wheels

Drowning in a river of cheese.

Yes, that is correct. I am drowning in river of cheese. My house is quiet. Amelia left yesterday morning.  We packed her up for food and supplies and off she went. She is looking more and more like an adult each time she is home. We will be going to Rochester to see her for “Skates” senior hockey game in February. Jack is at Albany airport as we speak. I must have appeared slightly deranged after he went through security.…