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.
It’s been a long weekend. I’m tuckered out. And I’m not too late to make my brief post for Day #27 of the #NaBloPoMo challenge to create each day throughout November.
Supper planned tonight Savory bites to measure Family, pie, and wine I created the image using ArtRage and wrote this haiku. This is my post for Day #24 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016. Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.
I spent the evening doodling and writing. Mostly doodling and not working out. #decompression #metime
Sunday dinners can provide for lasting memories–especially when enjoyed with family. For tonight’s dinner, we prepared an Italian style meal of braised beef short ribs, creamy polenta, and fresh crab salads. Each dish was a labor of love. As we chopped, cracked, poured, simmered, and braised the food, we shared
Friday, November 7, 2014. I doodled this image on my iPad using #ArtRage. I found inspiration from this prompt from Writing.com: “You the healer, send positive feelings to chocolate bars to use them as medicine.” Of course, I do this every time I see chocolate. Unfortunately, I see chocolate too