The Quiet Intimacy I Miss
I miss intimacy. Not the kind that people immediately think of when they hear the word intimacy. They think passion, closeness, skin-to-skin moments. Those things can be beautiful, of course, but they are only a bonus. The intimacy I miss is quieter than that. It is...
The Healing Power of a Front Porch
Can a front porch truly soothe what ails us? Perhaps not entirely, and perhaps not in the way we wish—quickly, neatly, with unmistakable signs that our pain has finally eased. Still, there’s something comforting about the simple act of sitting on that porch,...
What My English Bulldog (Miss Tillie) Has Taught Me About Life
I find myself at the beginning of my sixth year without Chip, thinking about grief in a quieter, more reflective way. Tillie and Chip had only a few months together before he died, but somehow she still feels connected to him. I can sense it. It is funny how time...
Life’s Changes From Sunrise to Sunset
The lake brings a sense of peace and holds so many of my memories. Chip loved the lake and his summers as a kid on Skaneateles Lake. He shared his love with me, and it is where we would go for long weekends, and then with the kids. Each year, since he died, I have...About Me
Hello and welcome.
I am often asked, “What is Pasta on the Floor?”
Pasta on the Floor is different for everyone. It is a recipe that tells a story and inspires them to try something new. For others, stories of family, joy, loss, and hope engage with them. This brings me a great deal of happiness. I do not take myself too seriously, so be forewarned the subject matter is open and truthful. In many ways, Pasta is a tale of life, and I think you will find familiarity and commonality as you scroll through these pages.
