I wake up each morning with my arm reaching for you.

You’re not there. I wake up alone and go through the day alone.

One coffee cup.

One bathroom towel.

One breakfast plate.

One seat at the table.

One glass of wine.

One side of the bed.

Some mornings before I open my eyes, I hope it is not real.

But it is. Endless

I force myself to live, but my soul fights me. The conflict is always there.

But you are not.




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KarenHello 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.

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