You might have thought that I was going to pen a sad post about a love lost, or some other serious matter, but I am not. It doesn’t make my tale of woe any less sad but in these times, I think we need a dose of levity and I hope I can solicit a smile. Getting older just plain bites. At almost 60, I understand things that worked, either don’t work now or need some assistance. My bifocals are…
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…
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.…
Many of you know that pizza making in our house is a religion. I am the designer, Chip is the creator. We make our own sauce, buy only the freshest ingredients from local businesses and, of course, make our own dough. Yes, it is dedication coupled with a desire for perfection to make your own dough. Perfect ingredients, thank you King Arthur Measuring with precision Mixing at the right speed Kneading for 10 minutes Making pizza dough is time consuming…
(Please read in its entirety) This is a type of public service announcement, seriously. I have never shied away from talking about anything personal. Miscarriages, breast cancer, menopause, hot flashes, infertility and other sorted topics have surfaced here giving rise to open conversations and awareness. Humor can make things better, or at least easier to face. This one, however, takes the cake. I am talking about bladder issues, prolapsed bladder, fallen pelvic floor- whatever you want to call it. It…