Pasta on the Floor
I held my mother’s hand today.

I held my mother’s hand today.

by | Sep 11, 2017 | Blog, Culture, Life Lessons

I picked up my mother this morning to run some errands together.  She was waiting for me, in the driveway because she never wants to make anyone wait.  On a good day, my  little Italian mom is 4 feet, 11 inches down from her ‘fighting height” of...