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...
Last night I slept in my daughter’s room.
Author’s note: I wrote this when sitting in Amelia’s room on Wednesday night. I am sitting in Amelia’s room. The house is quiet. Only one roommate is home. I came to Rochester for my six-month check with my oncologist. That stress is offset by the bonus of visiting...
The shoes tell the story.
The tell-tale sign of how much activity is going on in my house is determined by the pile of shoes. Yes, shoes. At any given time, there could be anywhere from 10- 40 pair of visitors’ shoes. Men, women, boys and girls. Boots, sneakers, Chuck Taylors, Timberland and...
3,675 Miles
It is 3,675 miles from my front porch to Hamm, Germany, plus or minus a mile or two, to the exact location where my son Jack is at this very moment. Here is what I received via text this morning: Let me explain: On Christmas night we packed Jack for the trip to visit...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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