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Everyone needs a squad. WWW.

It has been my experience that every person needs a squad. Your squad is your people. The person or persons you text at 11am when you are stressed about work or the group you cannot wait to share your news with. It is the ultimate no judgment zone, the group hug, and it’s going to be okay feeling. Dogs get it. They have a pack, and it is their version of a squad. A group of people or a person…

Now I get it.

When I was first married, I could not understand why couples struggled in their relationship in later years. The kids are gone, hopefully on to successful lives, and retirement is looming. You have made it through the hard part. The challenges of raising kids while keeping committed to your relationship are behind you. Children require time, effort, and energy, and I always thought the energy would return to being a couple. Then it happened- COVID and remote working. The kids…

A thank you to Jack’s friends and the end of an era

Last Thursday night, before Jack was preparing to return to the University of Alabama, he invited his friends over for what may be the last time in our home. When your house becomes a home A big house is built to hold a family. To nurture that family, keep them safe and sound, and provide the shape for a home to be created. Since 2006, this house has been a home to my children and a tight circle of friends…

Italian Recipes

Dear Santa, Love Mom (2020)

Santa symbolizes all that good in the world. The magic in the thought that there may be such a being comforts me with childhood Christmas memories. (Back in the 1970s, I wished for straight hair for Christmas.) It’s been slightly over two years since I wrote a letter to Santa and 2020 and left us all searching for some Christmas magic, so here goes. A letter to Santa Dear Santa, How are you? I hope you and the elves have…

Italian Stories

Finding peace and a little humor

For what seems like years now, I have not slept through the night. I fall asleep early and wake up in the middle of the night. I wander through the house as my mind races with thoughts of family, business, finances, and lately, the loss of Izzy. I miss her terribly. Christmas time makes my middle of the night walks slightly more palatable. I weave through the dozen Christmas trees that light my way. The ornaments bring back memories of…