These days, I am consistently amazed by the kindness of so-called strangers.
Particularly, strangers of the food blogging-kind.
United together over the commonality of whirring food processors, natural light, clicking keyboards and all things food, we solitarily create away, often unawares that there’s a whole brother and sisterhood of people out there just like us.
The word “community” gets tossed around a lot in the blog and foodie-spheres and as much as I consider myself an eternal realistic optimist, I’ve also managed to rub up against some cynicism that’s stuck to me like a barnacle on the tail of a whale. Continue reading →
They are the most wonderful peas-in-a-pod, and yes, I know, I’m biased.
Forty-three years ago today they were getting married. Mom, walking down the aisle to meet my dad, in a gown she made all by herself. My dad calling her his “Julietta”. And just like it is in Rhode Island this time of year, it was hot. It was sweaty. It was perfect.
They’ve had forty-three years of memories made together, my mom and dad. Forty-three years filled with making wonderful memories for my brother, Niko, and I. Forty-three years of good times and bad, and yet just as much — if not more — silliness, laughter, and love. Continue reading →