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.
Each member infusing life for us to accept, appreciate and love.
Family is Flexible
Let’s face it, family is flexible.
Wait, Before You Go, #WriteBravely
Savor friends and sip of stress
#WriteBravely in Pithy Love Letters to Family
…You teach me how to cope with adversity by using humor.…
Appreciating My Treasure and #WritingBravely
My gale swelled with love for these smokey sapphire and golden-flecked gems.
Hopes Too Bright to See
Her hope sprouts each day Blooms and branches spread out far Damned roots stuck in clay I wrote this haiku before Thanksgiving, and today I created the image using ArtRage. This is my post for Day 26 for #NaBloPoMo November 2016.
My Heart Carries Their Struggles
As a child, my imagination carried me though many a struggle. As a young adult, my battles carried many of my ideals. Now, as a mother, my heart carries their struggles. — August 7, 2011. While not a post of fiction, as is the theme for this month’s blogging (per NaBloPoMo), I felt compelled to…
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