OMG….I am my mother

(Food heals, Part II) Honest to God....My mother walks into my kitchen this morning with a package of chocolate chip cookies from a local grocer.  She asks me if I want them for the kids.  I ask her in return why she has them and she says, no lie, "I bought them for the garbage man who always taken my cans up to the back for me. He was not here today and I did not want to leave them…

Food Heals

This week I had an appointment with my gynecologist.  I know it sounds odd but I "love him" and his nurse.  They are the best and have helped me through some scary "female issues".  On "that" September 11th, I was supposed to be at a meeting in NYC, downtown and the partner cancelled it and rescheduled until that Thursday.  So I was home when the planes hit those two beautiful buildings and killed all those people.  My gynecologist and his nurse called…

Malocchio Part II

When I last posted, it was the evening before we left for vacation. Yes, all those crazy things happened that day while trying to pack  4 people, Izzy and all the fun that goes with leaving for a period of time.  We had a super week at the lake.  Boating, swimming, late night campfires and s'mores. It was spectacular.On Saturday morning we were packed and ready to load the car.  We put all the packed bags in the living room and…

Malocchio

Ever since I was a child, I can remember someone in my family dropping their lower eyelid with their index finger and giving someone "malocchio".  This is the evil eye, usually given to someone you dislike or wish misfortune on.  The traditional message is that is brought on my jealousy or envy.When I was working in Manhattan, my secretary was 100% Sicilian....from Staten Island, originally from Brooklyn....need I say more?  I had broken my leg twice in a 6 month…

When I smell…

...freshly sealed blacktop, I think of tennis practice in high school, in August, and I can almost see those freshly sealed courts. I can also hear the football team practicing and retching from double sessions in 90 degree heat.When I smell fast food greasy smells, I think of being pregnant and flying to Philadelphia.  That jetway door would open at 7am and the airport food court would hit me like a lead balloon! I once sat on a US Air…