Making meatball from scratch, with nutmeg, in Cerratina, Italy! He saw my profile. I seemed sweet, the pearl he sought. Then, he stole my heart. True story for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: sweet and heart. Above we are learning to cook Italian while on vacation in Italy until Saturday, and we will be... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, Douglas and I drove to a small city called Cerratina for a cooking lesson. We were prepared for a esoteric experience, as I thought of Italian cooking as difficult to do. But while it was more elbow work than expected, the actual making of pasta was quite interesting. We were greeted by Rosy and... Continue Reading →
Looking at the Adriatic Sea in Montesilvano, Italy On the seashore, looking at the sea, A desire to be on the water took ahold of me. Something like a zodiac boat, not big at all, Skipping across waves, answering nature's call. Rejoicing in mist-covered shrouds, One with water, winds, and clouds. Written for the Weekend... Continue Reading →
Waking in the night, as hungry as a bear, Opened the fridge, and found nothing there. Nothing that would satisfy my sweet tooth, And if you want to hear my sordid truth, Unless I see plenty of cookies, cakes, or pies, I don't find that my great hunger will die. I know that beggars can't... Continue Reading →
Like traveling vagabonds, on Tuesday, Douglas and I made our first long-distance foray, a two-hour drive (both ways) to see the remains of a Roman city. The excavation is ongoing, but what was there was worth the drive. Thankfully, the rental car included a Garmin GPS that was accurate. We finally figured out why it... Continue Reading →
Spectacular hues. Beauty of the sunrise feeds. My soul is nourished. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, May 15, 2019: Mountain Sunrise.
Slipping and sliding. On the icebergs of this life. Look beyond the tip. Written for this week's RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slip and tip.
When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
You know when you travel that not everything is going to go smooth, and it is no less true this trip. We expected me to have health problems, but it is Douglas who has come down with a cold. I think he may have been already incubating the illness, because he got sick yesterday. Neither... Continue Reading →
Answers for the questions for this week's Share Your World Challenge from Sparks from a Combustible Mind. What social stigma does society need to get over already? There are two stigmas that I believe need to stop, to protect women and men. First is the stigma of women who are experiencing domestic violence. The phrase,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 