A few minutes after the finish line, and I’m still alive!!
I know, I know. I have not posted a darn thing of interest all month. But things have been a little more hectic than usual between all the bases being covered. But two great things to report
1 – I started seriously writing my next book, which will be YA/Middle Grade with a working title of ‘Don’t Call Me Poundcake.” More details this weekend. I am very ready to start this new writing adventure and can’t wait to share it with you all.
2 – I finished my first 5K Race this past July 3rd at Gillette Stadium in Foxboro Massachusetts, home of the New England Patriots, and now, me. I almost croaked in the pounding 90 degree heat as we ran around the stadium, up every ramp and then down every ramp in the darn thing, but I made it, thanks to these 49-year-old legs and tons of support from all of my friends and family. Here is a survival pick of Jeremy and me after the race.
Love to All and I will be catching up with my blog posting and reading this weekend.
I love this story written by Dr. Ed Iannuccilli. It captures what it feels like to be an Italian American on Thanksgiving. It most likely speaks to all of us who have relatives that came here in search of something better and are so very thankful for what they have received.
Today I am home with my daughter, she is sick, and my husband is making the annual trek to Prudence Island to be with his family. My very caring parents-in-law offered to stay with Julia so I could go, but I can’t have a good time anywhere if I know she is home sweating out a fever.
I am thankful that I have two sets of family traditions- the Testa/Fiore’s and the Mitchell/Naughton’s. Both sets of families are full of laughter and love, along with the usual ‘unfun’ and difficult times that we all face. But I wouldn’t chose to be part of any different families. I am home with both.
Jeremy please be sure to bring us back some turkey. Mom, save me a little stuffing.