My family loves food. Good food. My Mama always said it was peasant food that she made but it was sooooooooo good! Her father, my Pop Verderosa, came to the United States from Naples, Italy when he was 13 and Nanny Verderosa was born here although her family came from the same town in Italy. My father my … Continue reading
Ahhhh Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. I love the holiday, not because of the gifts, but because of the overall spirit of the season. Sure there comes stress and grumpy folks to deal with, but the joy seems to melt that all away. I’ve loved Christmas ever since I was a little … Continue reading
Trying to get back on track with blogging regularly, I came across this weekly photo challenge and it was the perfect inspiration. I love telling stories. Whether it’s through words, photographs, or arts and crafts projects, I guess you could say I am a storyteller, and if you did say that, I’d take it as a compliment. … Continue reading
… Great lyrics and beautiful song by Bonnie Raitt. I’ve always loved it. When I was a naive twenty-something, I used to play it intentionally for a boyfriend of mine who just couldn’t seem to say those three little words to me – I … LOVE … YOU – let alone feel the emotion for me. … Continue reading
What I love most about traditions is that they connect you to people even after they’re gone. My favorite Easter tradition is baking the Italian meat pies that my Mama taught me how to make. Some people call it Pizza Rustica or Pizza Gain, my family calls it Pizza Piena, which means stuffed pie. And … Continue reading
It was after 1am. I’d arrived at 11:45 pm anxiously waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Unlike Cinderella, I would not run away as the new day rolled in; I was ready to run toward my prince who would soon walk down the brick path, through the gates and become a fixture in my … Continue reading
Meet Mysti. She is a sassy 14-year-old cat that was the first of the fur babies I adopted on my own. I hate to admit this in writing, but I doubt she’s going to read this – she wasn’t my first pick of the litter. GASP! I feel awful saying that. It was just after … Continue reading
