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.
Does your mind, heart, and soul move in concert to make your world dance on its axis? Or does your mind take over? Grasping to lead you towards an assumed position? Distracting you with each dip, lunge, sashe, twirl, kick, ball, and step? Tilting your axis only to wobble your
She strolled the congested streets of her cluttered memory.
Each member infusing life for us to accept, appreciate and love.
Thankfully, my hearth and heart are full.
I live in fear each year. This year, I have secured a reservation at a local restaurant.
What am I called? It depends on who you are.
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old.
I have one piece of advice…
Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell.