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Recipe for a pandemic work out with a mask

We are living in an unprecedented time. We are also at a breaking point, each of us with concerns and struggles. No one is immune. No one is exempt. I want to think that no one is genuinely alone, but I know that is not true. Pasta on the Floor strives to add levity when there is often little to no chance of lightheartedness appearing. "Recipe posts" I have written several recipe posts over the years. The recipe play on…

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Confessions of a quarantined and frustrated writer

Pasta on the Floor has been more than a blog to me. Since 2009, I have shared my experiences with you writing about the people, places, and situations that I  have encountered. Oh, and the food! Cheese does indeed heal, and great food makes a great night with friends more than memorable. I thank you for every text, hug, and comment that you have given to me. The quarantine has squelched my inventiveness. My creative, externally stimulated mind is forced…

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Quarantine: Dawn of Day Four

A little over a week ago, we tackled the 18-hour drive to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, to return my only (Italian) son Jack to the Crimson Tide. Jack is a junior, and you’d think by now, I would be used to leaving him. I am proud to say that I only cried while in the state of Alabama this time. By the time we got to Georgia, I was feeling much better. As mentioned in my previous post, We are Small, Chip…

We are small

We are small, human beings, that is. In comparison to nature and the universe, we are small. I am feeling this triviality sitting on the deck at 4:00 am. Thanks to the kindness of my friend Barb, I am here at her picturesque beach house on Oak Island in North Carolina. On this early morning journey, I hoped to wish on a falling star or celestial meteor. The Perseid Meteor Shower did not disappoint. The shooting stars/meteors put on a…

Love is the answer, and it came on a spin bike.

It’s no secret that I love my gym friends/family and I miss them terribly. It’s also no secret that I love to spin. I miss (my) bike #16 and I hope he knows I didn’t abandon him by choice. My heart and soul have been heavy, and my body is changing.  There is no shame in the struggle. Like so many of us, I struggle with health and financial worries. I mourn the lives lost and the families impacted by…