Do you ever have moments of melancholy during the holiday season? I’m not talking about despair over a recent loss. I mean at any time during a regular season that’s going well and as planned. Do you ever get just a split second of sadness? This is probably more common for women, but maybe men sometimes get this, too?
Tag: grandparents
A Special Thursday
I apologize to those of you who have read this before. I’ve actually posted it two other times . . . for sentimental reasons. Thank you for indulging me. Happy Easter to those celebrating and have a great weekend everyone.
Some people might remember their passed-away loved ones, on special days like their birthday, or on the day they died. I tend to remember my Grandma on this Thursday every year. It’s not her birthday which is September 13th, nor is it the day she died, December 4th. It’s also not this date, April 13th, that has any significance. It is today … a Holy day … the Thursday before Easter, that always brings back sweet memories of my Grandma. Continue reading “A Special Thursday”
Seventy-Seven Years and then Some
Life is so difficult these days, isn’t it? I mean, they had it so much easier years ago.
Cavatelli
This is the second installment of a day in the kitchen with mom. Only this time, it was our other mom.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
Dwindling
This could be someone’s grandma’s house.
I’ve always enjoyed spending time with older people. I mean, even when I was a teenager, I looked forward to spending time with my grandparents.
The Sweet Revolting Development
(Originally posted on February 15, 2012.)
by Lori DiNardi 
After being dealt a bad hand of cards, Nana grumbled, “This shouldn’t happen to a dog.”
Grandma used her usual phrase, “Wouldn’t that frost you?”
Memories in Present Tense
~ Shopping with my laughing Grandma who includes strangers to join in.
~ Peeling off heavy winter coats inside the mall.
~ Bundling back up with those same coats, plus scarfs and gloves to ready ourselves for the cold blast on the way back out of the mall.
The Sweet Revolting Development
by L. Virelli
After being dealt a bad hand of cards, Nana grumbled, “This shouldn’t happen to a dog.”
Grandma used her usual phrase, “Wouldn’t that frost you?”
All four of my grandparents played a game of Continental Rummy at the table in Mom’s gold and brown kitchen. If the cards they held kept coming up bad, an eruption of Italian swear words echoed throughout the room. Continue reading “The Sweet Revolting Development”
Escape
Escape
by Lori (L. Virelli)
I long to find a quiet nook,
or to sit idly by a babbling brook,
where butterflies and birds flutter by,
and nature’s glow mystifies.
Instead, around me are traffic lights.
Shops and fast-food are the sights.
There is no downtown city beat,
yet I’m still surrounded by concrete.
I try to focus on the one place,
where I can go to find grace.
I must be still and focus my mind
and escape to the inner beauty of the divine.
Lori's Lane 