Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouths. I was born with a stainless steel spoon being repeatedly forced into mine. It seems my family received some faulty data indicating an imminent famine. They decided the appropriate action was to feed me constantly and build up my baby-fat stores to withstand the coming…
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If you are even slightly hormonal, I warn you: Stay away from the chocolate gelt. This holiday tradition is capable of turning women of a certain age…well, that’s just say peri-homicidal. I know there are some countries that have the tradition of chocolate coins for Christmas, but living in New York, I know it as…
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With all the snow, my mind keeps returning to migliaccio, an Italian custard made from farina. In Italian, migliaccio would be pronounced meal-YA-choh. But it’s been generations since my Neapolitan relatives floated over to our shores and the word has been butchered into mul-YACH. Although I have studied Italian, I don’t bother pronouncing it correctly because no one would know what…
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Grandma Margaret was quite the cook and took the handing down of the recipes seriously, apparently. My Mom had just arrived home from her honeymoon in 1964 when Grandma showed up to teach her how to make this cheesecake. The quickest way to a man’s heart… 😉 Originally, she made it at Easter time and…
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Have you ever considered…Which school subjects were valuable in your adult life and career? Which subjects were nice to know but not critical to future achievement? Were any a waste of time? Which subjects do you wish had been stressed more because as an adult you realize how useful they are in your life? Lately,…
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It is Friday night and the movie Signs is on TV. I settle in to watch it with my ten-year-old son at my side, snuggled under a throw. I’ve seen the movie before, years ago, but all I remember of the story line is that it involves extraterrestrials. This will be my son’s first, official…
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Today is the first anniversary of this blog and I’ve been thinking about all that’s happened over the course of the year. It reminds me of the importance of being open to people and reaching out to others. Nothing good happens if you sit alone in your home day after day. Read on to see…
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I was sitting at the baseball field the other day, working on my new novel, while my son’s team practiced before the game. Behind me, a conversation caught my attention. One of Jon’s teammates walked off the field to tell his dad he’d just been hit by the ball. As he rubbed the front of…
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As I get older, I realize just what a gift memory is. I also realize that my memory isn’t what it once was (and I’m only 43!). Pregnancy and motherhood have a way of permanently reserving a portion of your brain. However, I’m grateful for the section they’ve left for my personal use. And there’s…
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I was mostly a fearless kid. In fact, I can remember only two times I felt fearful—one dealing with deep water (still a fear to this day) and another when some kids threatened to kick my ass after school (I talked my way out of it). In all other matters I was a risk taker,…
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