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Palte With Bacon & Eggs And Cup Of Coffee

Making a new friend and reading poetry over bacon and eggs.

Chip and I love to go out for breakfast. Going out for breakfast is a special treat for me. I love to cook but breakfast is a way to just sit, talk and catch up on the week’s events. I don’t have to cook or clean up and the coffee is flowing! Lakeside Farms in Ballston Lake, NY is a very special breakfast place. When you pull open that old wooden door, the bells on the top of the door…

Tomorrow is my birthday.

Seriously you ask, you’re telling us it’s your birthday. Yes. I. Am. Why? Because a birthday is a wonderful thing. A celebration of another year of life with family and friends, receiving wishes for the same in the upcoming year. So many people, ladies, especially us, dread the birthday. Ah, the years ticking by…yada, yada, yada. Not me. I am proud to roar out “I am 57 years old”! Aging is a gift that sadly so many do not receive.…

A trip to the DMV…with my mother.

Ah, I bet when you read that headline, you got the heebies and dreads. No one likes going to the Department of Motor Vehicles. It is a necessary evil and something that should be avoided at all costs. The lines are long, and patience is short. This past Monday I picked up my 81-year-old mother and drove her to the DMV. My mother is a pistol and a half and yet that morning, she was somewhat quiet. “I know this…

Does time and distance improve your perspective?

No. Not when it comes to your children. It has been 19 days, 5 hours, and 39 minutes (at the time of this post) since we left Jack in Tuscaloosa, Alabama for his sophomore year at the University of Alabama. You would think this time would have been easier, but it wasn’t. It took me this long to write about it. The trip was long yet uneventful. We arrived at Jack’s apartment complex for move in. The apartment complex that…

Diluting the “brand.”

Enzo Ferrari built a brand. When you think of Ferrari, you think of Italian excellence in engineering and performance. I like to think that being Italian is a brand of its own. Italian people are special and unique. I can say this because I am 100% Italian and I would not trade that designation for love nor money. However, with that label comes a host of traits and attributes: A deep suspicion of people, especially non-Italians. Family is serious business…