ATTITUDE: Jacksonville folks are quick to reply with the cordial “yes ma’am, no sir, or bless your little heart.” They are just as likely to angrily remind New York Yankees, “the South will rise again!” Local gentlemen graciously defer to
Icrywe diewe stood talldaily we all fallmy friend the mighty oaktrunk and limbs lying brokeleafy forests now burn and slashcrumbling into mounting piles of ashsmell the rising smoke see the blazing fireour woods are transformed into a funeral pyrebulldozers and
Flying saucers, toppling chairs, seniors stumbling everywhereBottle rockets full of rum and Jose Cuervo shooting into air St. Johns angry, choppy, spitting, each white cap a twisted furlGood thing I downed my Dramamine ’cause folks began to hurl Turn off
BMI on the rise LDL way too highTIAs confirmed by CT tests & MRI EKG says HR fast while BP is crashing CPAP for REM causes PM thrashing GERD pushing up BM won’t go downDDS says UL5 tooth needs a
Bump, Bump, Thud. It was the worst landing I ever had in this time machine. The hatch popped open and flung me to the ground. My stomach felt like Meat Lovers’ night at the local Pizza Hut. I looked around,
Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house Water standing in puddles Mama starting to grouse Three pipes in the floor had all busted their stuff Brown shag carpets soggy one would think that’s enough But the
Pink petals and emerald leaves sing out insistent summons Pick me and bring me home…my name is Tiffany Rose Siren calls the doting couple pierced by Cupid’s bow Place setting for a group of 12, not enough she warns, “One
” Look at my hand. It’s big as yours!” I stop stirring batter and wipe the sticky residue on a kitchen towel. My fingers and palm press against my grandson’s. He stretches his hand to its full expanse, flashing new
MY SECRET GUIDE TO FABULOUS FOOD… WHERE I STEAL MY RECIPES I love to cook and live to eat. When I’m happy I cook. Angry or sad, I slam pots and pans and create new dishes that lift the spirits
“Have we met before?” My mother and I smiled at the query that we heard every night. At precisely at 9:45 pm Iris wandered the halls of the nursing home. Just prior to “lights out” she traveled her routine journey:
Dearest Lucille, First of all, you are beautiful–the most lovely you will ever be. Ignore those blackheads and arm pimples that blemish your adorable body. They will be replaced by cellulite and wrinkles of time travels. Celebrate your youthful beauty
To this Italiana — Food is family. Food is fun. Food is love. Comfort food is forever synonymous with Italian food. Consider Mama Giardino’s answer to any problem, any joy, “Pray and mangia,” not necessarily in that order. My
