I’m back…

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I think, it must be 7 years, since I started my blog. I went away for awhile, then a day would pass, a week and a month and years… In 2019, I went on to my WordPress and inserted the title, ”I’m back.” That is all I did, no story or picture, just a title. Then I hit save and figured, I would type something, the next evening.

Well, here I am on WordPress at midnight, on April 4, 2022. Some would say, I am “fashionably late.” 😊 I say, “Let the games begin!” Lol. I have always, wanted to say that… and I did! I just remembered something, it is not good for me, to type late at night. Let’s see how this goes… Okay, once upon a time…

No, seriously, there are people on this site, that I have thought of through the years. Their stories and wonderful work of arts, that have made me smile, laugh and at times, shed a tear. I wonder about the young man who was publishing his science fiction book and the guy that worked at half-price books. The guy in Maine, who would run in the snow and liked to drink Snapple.

The cartoonist in France, drawing comics. The lady who writes the mystery books and the other lady, creating cool art and writing science fiction stories. The lady with the golden retrievers and the lady, who got married and had to move to Italy, trying to get use to no ice and wearing scarfs on your neck. The young lady writer, who is blind and sharing her experiences.

People talking about their personal experiences with family issues, work issues, dating, long distance romance and talking about their mental health issues. There have been many, wonderful photographers and travelers, with entertaining stories to tell. I remember a woman named Bobbie and some famous women who worked years ago, in New York, for top publishing firms.

I love to read articles, from the video gamers and foodies. I even, read the stories, from the writers who talk about religions and politics. Well, I think, I remembered everyone. I wonder, who will be able to tell, that I was talking about them. If you know, that I mentioned you, come on by and say, ”hello.” Well, until we meet again… 😊 Goodnight Zzzzzz

This is one of my digital art works, I will be sharing more soon.

My Hero… <3

Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Epistrophe

My Hero

She’s my comforter, my encourager

She’s my rock, my stylist

She’s my listener, my go-getter

She’s my teacher, my friend

She’s my chauffeur, my sous-chef

She’s my inspiration, my muse

She’s my hero, my mom

25 Things I’ve Learned From Marrying An Italian

This post reminds me of my family. Hopefully, some of you share the same experiences.
This post is a reblog from a great writer: http://johannagallo.com/

Delightfully Chaotic

As 2014 comes to a close, I sit here smiling to myself as I think about all of the new things I’ve “learned” thanks to my year here in Italy. It’s a lovely country and so are the people, so bare in mind that these are just meant to be fun things I’ve experienced personally with my husband (who’s from southern Italy), his family and friends here, or stories I’ve heard from other expat friends. There are certainly some generalizations, but it’s only meant to be taken lightheartedly and provide a bit of laughter and insight to my oh-so-fabulous life here in Italy! 🙂

1. Cold-drafts are the devil. No really, air-conditioning will kill you, or if you’re lucky, just leave you paralyzed. In no other part of the world is cold air as deadly as it is in Italy. The slightest mention of a headache will cause them…

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Can you smell the apple crisp?

My family loves to cook, bake and eat.  In my family we have carnivores, vegetarian, vegans and raw foodies. Holidays are always so fun, the food planning that’s a different story. Oh… I almost forgot, there are also people in my family, with gluten sensitivity and lactose intolerant. Even though everyone has their own way of eating, we try to make everyone happy.  When my family eats, they celebrate.

We have excellent cooks and bakers in our family. My father use to own Italian restaurants. We always try to outdo one another, trying to see whose food taste the best. My grandmother used to make Panettone. It’s a soft bread, with raisins. She would make large ones as big as a pizza pan. She was the best baker in the family.  Through the years we still like to carry on tradition, of making favorite dishes, that are loved ones use to make.

A favorite dish of mine, was my grandmothers apple crisp.  When I make apple crisp, like my grandmother did, it reminds me of her. The smell of the cinnamon and apples, baking in the oven, brings on a comforting feeling of being with my grandmother. Even though my grandmother is no longer here, the day I make apple crisp, it feels like she is right by my side.

Do you have fond memories, of cooking with your family?