Why Italian mothers should referee hockey.
Over the weekend, Chip and I went to RIT for a hockey game. Amelia’s boyfriend Skates was playing, and it is always a good time. He is a phenomenal athlete and a joy to watch. This particular game was extremely rough for our Tigers, too many fights, unsportsmanlike...
Mom moved in.
In early September, 2017, I wrote a post called, “I held my mother’s hand today”. I talked about my mother and my experience as we began dealing with the aging process. Things had begun to slow down and at almost 80 years old, it can be expected. Now we have turned...
She’s on her way.
This weekend we will move Amelia out of her dorm after completing her freshman year. I see all these Facebook posts from friends and family that are doing the same. We share a sense of accomplishment as parents quite different from that same sense our children...
Part Two- Italian mother
Ok being an Italian mother to a daughter is totally different than mothering an Italian son. Let me explain. Amelia is my daughter. The oldest of the two. She is smart and beautiful and extremely self sufficient. Sometimes too much so but I blame myself for that...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.
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