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Five things to have on hand this holiday season

In a few short weeks, the thanksgiving holiday will be upon us. 2020 has challenged nearly every holiday tradition and event in our lives. Weddings without dancing, funerals with less than ten people, and now, there will be no Thanksgiving Day parade, Santa Claus is staying up North, and there will be no New Year's Eve midnight kiss. All true and, all unchangeable. Now is the time to take control of the things that you can control: your home, your…

Today is National Cheese Day. Let’s talk about Burrata.

Today, June 4th is National Cheese Day. A day to honor our favorite companions to the weekend’s charcuterie board. A requirement on pizza and pasta, burgers on the grill, and the main feature of a perfect grilled cheese sandwich. I must admit, I did not discover this wonderful holiday until this afternoon when a colleague informed me of this monumental day while on a Zoom meeting. (Thank you Debbie E.) Your timing was quite fortuitous. Pasta on the Floor has…

Microphone To Tell The Truth

Can’t we just tell each other the truth?

I am a truthful person. Yes, I may have once said that the lime green color was great for a bridesmaid dress, but she did not pick it anyway, so no harm no foul. I may have hedged a bet or two, but overall, I am honest. Given this declaration, I believe others are entitled to their opinions and truths. Some of us are more open about feelings and thoughts than others. As an Italian, I do not shy away…

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…