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Love is a battlefield… So, I am standing in line at Trader Joe’s. As usual, my quick trip yielded a cart and a half of food, water and wine. I think maybe their carts are too small. Anyways, I am … Continue reading
“Your middle name must be Grace,” she surmised, placing bandages on my scraped-up knees. “No, it’s Catherine,” I replied, unwrapping the lollipop she placed in my skinned-up hands. It took me a few decades to realize that my friend’s mother wasn’t … Continue reading
Marriage, like travel, is a journey. Charting your destination, off you go. “In life, it’s not where you go, it’s who you travel with.” – Charles Schulz On this day, almost three and half decades ago, the two of us … Continue reading
“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” – John Steinbeck, 1953 If you have ever had the opportunity to visit Positano, the words … Continue reading
When I sat down to write this post, I was outside typing away on my laptop. Something about the blue sky and gentle breeze reminded me of our trip to Italy. We’ve been back for a few months now, yet … Continue reading
One of the highlights of our trip was eating our way through Italy. Mama mia, the food was fantastic! Of our two-and-a-half weeks in the Napoli area, we only had one dinner that was just so-so. The rest of the … Continue reading
It rained on our last day in Italy. How apropos. As a writer, I am always looking out for metaphors and foreshadowing. So when the skies started to darken in the early afternoon, it seemed about right. My mood was … Continue reading
T’was the night before the Election and all through the States, people were worried; some tongues spewing hate. I, in my blue jeans and soft, fuzzy sweater, signed off of Facebook, all for the better. Was hoping to see pictures of puppies … Continue reading