While our Maria is traveling in Europe, possibly scouting places for some new stories, we are rerunning one of her popular blogs, first posted July 2013, upon her return from Italy. In case you missed it, I spent the month of June in Italy. I don’t announce my travels until AFTER the fact, when I […]Continue Reading... Comments Off on A Facebook Story—Seriously
I’m a creature of habit. I still like something sweet for breakfast, like I did as a child. Back then it was Ovaltine and a cookie. Italian cookies, a bit different than the American counterpart, not so sweet, more filling. After I had kids I discovered cereals, and yoghurt. Once the kids were in high […]Continue Reading... 9 Comments.
My grandfather was a dedicated opera fan. This was way before television so the only way to “see” operas was to physically be at the performance. And since I was the only one who shared his love of operas, I often went with him. I may have been five when I watched the first opera. […]Continue Reading... 7 Comments.
I don’t remember how long it has been since I went looking for love on the Internet. There was a time when I would sign up for those free matchmaking sites. Way before Match.com and EHarmony. Back then few people had computers and it was sort of fun. The novelty and the fun of the […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I have a new phone. Some of you are probably shaking your head and thinking, “Big deal.” It is, for me. I tend to keep the same phone for many years. Same story with my car. But the phone I had was a lemon. The first time it started to mess up, I Googled the […]Continue Reading... 9 Comments.
Until I came to the United States, the only thing I knew about golf was what I saw on worn book covers. Old men wearing funny pants, chasing little balls on grassy knolls. I since found out that the pants are called knickerbockers, and they still look funny to me. Fast forward…I arrive to Arizona […]Continue Reading... Comments Off on Golf Anyone?
Growing up the only type of salad available was the one from my grandfather’s garden. Where I come from, gardens are always at the front of the homes, in plain sight for everyone passing by. By the way, I’m no lettuce expert, just sharing memories. During the summer we had regular lettuce, or germogli. When […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
I’m mad. No, I’m offended. Like most of us I donate to some specific charities. I tend to pick the ones claiming to help children. I say claiming because you never know for sure where the money ends up. And that brings me to the reason I’m so upset. One of the charities is, SmileTrain.org […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
The plot of A Cat To Die For revolves around a strange coincidence. Two Calico cats. Males. For non cat people, a male calico it’s hard to find, so what are the chances of two look alike male calico? Believe it or not, it happens. In real life. And here is proof. The calico on […]Continue Reading... 6 Comments.
Thursday afternoon, coming from Linda’s salon, feeling good about my nice haircut. Instead of going straight home I take a detour to pick up stuff from a friend and I’m driving through Paradise Valley, the most expensive dirt in Maricopa County. A place well known for some odd reasons. The only town without a grocery […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.