I originally wanted to use this picture of my mother graduating junior high school as the cover for the book A Girl from the Hill. But technically it’s too small to use – if expanded it will lose its focus and become blurry. I may use a group shot from my mother’s class pic with her picture circled on the front cover instead.
I need for people to see this close up though. It’s the only childhood picture I have of my mother.
Check this blog out for some delicious Italian Thanksgiving dish ideas.
I love that my husband, daughter and I have been enjoying Thanksgiving on Prudence Island with Jeremy’s family these past few years. It’s a wonderful, festive day full of delicious food, family, and laughter, not to mention a walk around the nearly deserted island in the chilly autumn afternoon.
But there is also something to be said for a traditional Italian Thanksgiving spread too, with either lasagna or home-made macaroni and a platter full of antipasto with prosciutto, salami, provolone, olives and the ever famous pickled peppers.
I miss those times with my family, and as it stands we may never have a Thanksgiving together like that again. But I am thankful for those times. And for today.
July 4, 2012 – Small Fireworks (Photo credit: kndynt2099)
The beautifully written post Missed Memoriesmoves me to write something deep from within my heart.
My mother just turned 88 this past July 4th, and like iscribblings said about her grandmother in the post below, we always celebrate my mother’s birthday like it’s a holiday- because, well it is. But that was not the case this year.
This year tension so sharp and so deep can choke you if you get too close. You see, not all of my mother’s children can stand to be in the same room together.
I am not writing about blame, or about who did what to whom, or who can’t cope, or who can get so pissed off as to decide not to be part of this family anymore. The fact is the family is shattered. Continue reading →