The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish. “Si?’ she asked, pointing…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…
The usage of our bistro table in our backyard has evolved. In the spring we drank coffee and ate scones in the morning. During the summer, we sipped cocktails in the afternoons. Then, it got cold and the table and chairs stayed outside weathering the cold months without us. One day a question seemed to…
Several weeks ago, when I explained the symptoms I was having to my neurologist, he nonchalantly recommended an MRI to rule out two disturbing possibilities: MS and brain tumor.I managed to put one foot before the other, and maintained a false-calm demeanor while I waited. When the neurologist called with the results, Hubby and…
The quaking —the deep, piercing, pushing into my back told my body it was time. It was time for the being in my belly to come into this world of dark and light. I printed the letters of my nameon the registration form … and the contractions stopped the ink from flowing. I…
In just a few minutes, Barbara prepares a daily feast — and she is her guest.