When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
I put up an article yesterday titled The Feet Chronicles, but WordPress is struggling with getting my posts to work properly. Some of you may have seen it already, so I apologize for the repeat. I need these posts to reach as many as possible, at least until October 22nd. Read on to find out why.
But first, the story of the curse upon feet in my family!
There is a curse upon our feet!
You’d think the stories I told about injured feet before were enough, but no, fate has brought me more.
Have you ever seen one of those movie scenes where a person is suffering from a serious virus and they are delirious in bed? They’re sweating it out, shaking, mumbling, tossing and turning?
Max hasn’t seen his human dad in three weeks and is looking for his return. Continue reading “The Arrival”