Tag: memory
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Remembering My Mom’s Ravioli
Today, I will share my memory of my mom’s process for making ravioli.
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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.
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Working Memory: Swing ropes, bad.
I was eleven when it happened. I do remember that. The last day I rode a tree swing. Trees lined the property up the hill near our house. A thick, braided rope swing was fastened to the highest limb of the highest tree. The swing rope was a popular activity then—especially in the age of…
Steph Abbott Says 