That's a nickname we have for our hometown, Rochester, NY.Cruising around Facebook the other night, I looked at some photos from my 40th high school reunion, held this past summer. I am not in touch with my friends and classmates from those days, at all, so I didn't go. I went to the 10th, . . .
Cruising around Facebook the other night, I looked at some photos from my 40th high school reunion this past summer. I am not in touch with my friends and classmates from those days, at all, so I didn't go. I went to the 10th and that was enough.Well, we're old, that's clear from the photos.It was . . .
It's been many years since I've shared a heritage and childhood memories with the man in my life. In fact, the last time was when M. and I were married the first time.Today, as we strolled down a deserted Via in Acqui Termi, I noticed a little family coffee bar with what looked like a few . . .
We had a nice, long, hard sleep, in two segments, actually, and woke up rested, in time to have a delicious breakfast.Thick yogurt with fruit so redolent of the fields it assaulted my tastebuds. Fruit hasn't passed over them in 8 weeks. A peach tarta so honey-sweet that I shouldn't have eaten it, . . .
My life has been woven of colorful and rich experiences. Although some of the memories are worn and faded, like old tapestries, I can still make them out. Sometimes, I like to close my eyes and run my fingers over them, to bring back the images as they were back then.1970. M. and I were at . . .
We can never really know how others see us, can we? I mean, we can guess, but fact is, we just can't get into their heads and see ourselves as they see us.For most of us, high school brings up memories of all sorts of teenage insecurities. "Popular" meant what it does today: hanging with an in . . .
The Italians have a saying:Mogli (mariti) e buoi de paesi tuoi. Choose oxen and wives (or husbands) from your own home town.There's something to be said for that.My husband is actually from my hometown, Rochester, NY. But more than that, he's of Sicilian descent, as am I. This gives us the kind . . .
Since I posted about my high school, I think it's only fair that I show you the logo for my husband's high school.While we are from the same "hometown" of Rochester, NY, I was a suburban girl, raised in the lily-white town of East Irondequoit.He, on the other hand, was a "city" boy, and attended . . .
It's 5 a.m., already in the 70s in Tampa and we are already longing for the end of summer. In fact, my fabulous husband and I have been talking about our fall and winter vacations in cooler climes.This is what happens when you must tolerate the brutally hot and humid south and southwest Florida.In . . .
Just in from FLH:An era ends. Sorry, Paul Simon, Kodak’s axing KodachromeSomething that is a bit more meaningful for those of us who call Kodak headquarters city, Rochester, NY, our home town. As we both do.And so, for old time's sake....we consider an entire generation coming up who will have no . . .