Remembering My Mom’s Ravioli
Today, I will share my memory of my mom’s process for making ravioli.
Ravioli Dreams of Nonna
Mostly, I remember that Nonna couldn’t speak–Italian or English. Her vocal chords were irreversibly damaged as a young child. Yet the spoken word wasn’t necessary for her to be understood and endeared.
Do you find beauty where others find ugliness?
Interviewing The Candidate
I am telling you to believe me.
Strolling the Land of Dragons to #WriteBravely
My dream continued, because why not?!
Appreciating My Treasure and #WritingBravely
My gale swelled with love for these smokey sapphire and golden-flecked gems.
why am I looking for your the sunset already?
When She Found Me
Stella’s Visitor – Act 5
“Walk with me, Stella,” purred the blue cat. “Let me share something with you.” Still grappling with the reality of a world with talking animals and no sun, Stella simply nodded and kept pace with her new azure companion as it shared with her a cautionary tale. Stella listened for hours and learned of the continuing…
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