Time “Time is a thief”, the daughter said. “It takes moments away in such a hurry”. “Time is a gift”,…
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Elena’s Stories
Tapestry of Life In Sardegna we have a special type of tapestry that is specific to our region of Italy….
“Faith Over Fear. Move Forward. That’s It.” I wrote this this phrase in January 2020. I framed it and put…
Sunday Story: Where is Home? We had lived in America a few years now. At times it felt like my…
A little story from my childhood… I remember the smell of onions roasting in olive oil at 8:00 in the…
DOORS- old, new, pretty, blue, worn, wooden, painted, basic- DOORS. I’m fascinated by doors. Everywhere I go I snap a…
The Calzone Duel When I look at this photo of my daughter I am reminded of a story about another…
Dancing in the Piazza Di Pula pi·az·za noun 1. a public square or marketplace, especially in an Italian town. The…
Saturday Story: Cozze of My HeartWhat’s your favorite meal? That one that brings you “home”. The one that makes you…
This story goes with yesterday’s post about my Nonna Laura’s famous polpette (meatballs) con sugo al pomodoro. In this photo…
