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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…

Lighthearted Child

How’s your heart and soul?

I am certainly no mind reader, soothsayer, or mental professional. Pasta on the Floor has always provided me with an outlet to share my thoughts, usually on the more entertaining side of life. That is difficult to do these days. Faces are clearly wearing concern, fear, and anxiety. I passed a dozen or so people on my walk this morning properly distancing themselves, yet their eyes betrayed them. They longed for interaction and communication, just as I did. This post…

The Word 'recipe' And Three Wooden Spoons

A recipe for a successful quarantine.

Why do we need a recipe for a successful quarantine? Simple, so far things have been a little dicey.  On the whole, I do not think we are doing a very good job with the coronavirus quarantine . Food and toilet paper hoarding, frustrations are higher than usual, and this morning in the Niskayuna Coop, the police were called. Yes, from the cheap seats, we need a little direction and a recipe is a good place to start. This is…

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…