As the child of Italian immigrants, I learned to cook, sew, garden, swear colorfully in Italian, forage for food, and keep pushing ahead. One thing I did not learn was to swim. My father said he learned to swim in the Ohio River in the 1920s, so he saw no need to spend money on swim lessons. My mom couldn’t swim a stroke, so she didn’t think they…
Breakfast• Pasta, Polenta & Risotto• Side Dishes• Vegetarian
We’re Almost There…I’m Bringing the Farro
February 26, 2021
I’m coping with Covid and unemployment with exercise. Everyday I hike the local hills. I stop just before I get to the freeway overpass, then turn around and go back. I once walked under it just to prove I could do it, but I know the next time I do the mother of all earthquakes will strike and all they’ll find will be a little thigh fat. Ever…
I went for a walk last night around 10, to wind down and walk off the two cookies I cracked and ate today. It was eerily quiet. Lights were on in houses, I heard laughter coming from one. But it felt like everyone was just waiting. I imagine this is what it must have been like during World War II. People just waited at home for dreadful news…
I spent much of this year dreading my birthday, which came today anyway, in spite of my best evasive maneuvers. I’ve found that dread is a very effective life skill, if used properly.…
I have a very big, ugly birthday coming up at the end of July. This is serious people. After this birthday, I may officially be classified as”old,” although the damned AARP has been trying to tell me I’m old for at least a decade. I know old is better than dead, but it is hard to swallow.…