Follow Her Recipe

My mother knew how to follow a recipe. She also knew how to create her own. On one visit to the Homeland - Arthur Street in Springfield, Massachusetts - she made my minestrone soup from the cookbook I sent her. She put it in front of me at the table and watched while I ate.... Continue Reading →


Sweet Dreams And Happy Tomorrows

sweet dreams and happy tomorrows. Not a good day. Not good at all. Rosie was here though. Steve here. The material world no longer matters. So it was good after all. When days get as bad as this, all I can count on for joy--is that which makes a family. Tired nights lead to more tired... Continue Reading →

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